A wise king said, 'Better extinguish the embers before they ablaze.'
MF didn't want any Usurpers in her rank. Someone who had already started their cultivation journey was harder to control as they could just scheme behind her back, knowing that there was a chance for them to undo Foel's slave formation in the future.
The Ouroboros was aiming for the long run.
It's better to train the insect from the ground up. The civilians, whether they are old and young, were perfect to be derived from their beliefs. Just like a young puppy who knew nothing of the world, believing that their owner was everything to sate their loneliness.
Unknown to the mindless sheeps, there was a drunkard pointing to whatever the source of the sound was, chortled for unknown reason. "Whaa? Muh bowels? Hah! You sound cute, want me to carve my magnum to your bowel instead?"
Foel, who heard it somehow, immediately rushed into the front of the sound amplifier formation.
"KNEEL."
The pressure from a single person had resulted in abrupt thuds from thousands of people kissing the ground. Some of the children broke their elbows due to the peer killing intent that was forcing them to smash their body into the ground.
The sounds marched and swirled within the wall. They didn't know that they were already slave yet, they really didn't know that a single mistake of someone they don't know could resulted in everyone slithering their own neck with their nails.
Then, a javelin was thrown through the window to that man's head at high accuracy. The people beside him couldn't care less due to their eyes being entranced by the simplicity of the ground.
As the speech from the tyrant continued, the Avalanche Bringer was accumulating dark energy on its open jaw.
"A yelp from one person could mean the end of the other random ten. Oh well, no time to grieve. I hereby tell you all to believe that everything outside is non-existent."
Rays of doom were emitted from the dark orb of the titan's jaw, deliberately destroying every unnecessary housing in the vicinity inside the Citadel. The beam was so concentrated that it didn't kill the poor individuals who were still kneeling down inside as they couldn't move an inch.
The X-shape Citadel had lost 70% of its infrastructure, leaving only the useful construction behind.
"Oh, and every roof that was sheltering all of you as well." MF chuckled. "Mother Nature is minted, it's evident, If we're her kids, then what is the precedent? Where there's a will, there's a way to inherit, and because of new order, comes new inheritance, but what is an inheritance without hard work being put into it?
"To all of you, Ferrowls, Felines, Aekhas, Aiseirighians, Tanomobis, and all insignificant races that I didn't mention because of your ancestors inability to copulate large enough to become the prominent races.
"Today is the fall of Gaia Citadel. At the same time, it's the day where Ouranos Citadel was born! With no joy, but blood! There shall be no date to celebrate the upcoming years, as what you all need to cram into those skulls are about how to leave this imminent paradise.
"So! I will give you all two hours to mark your own living territory, use the rubble from your former home and scavenge everything you can find. No voice, only gesture, any dissidence will have their right lowered than slaves.
"Any conflict will lead to the destruction of both sides, so work together, a person or family without a home will be fed to the Calamity outside of this wall."
1,902 slaves, it took times before they all got up from the peer pressures. Some were forced to move their broken knees that have just cracked the floor. The aura of rebellion from Ouroboros had permeated into their mind through the speech that had been engraved to their ears.
The will to rebel, not to rebel against their new leader, but to rebel against the pain. Marking living territory, there are some that knew what it was all about. So those few minorities took the initiative to use rocks and draw a big square on the ground.
Avalanche Bringer acknowledged that act. The lines they drew glowed in purple, with their own name engraved seemingly appearing on the corner of their territory.
A father of a family saw it and hurriedly carved a ten meters space for his family. Inaudibly whimpering, all he could do was to preserve his beloved ones.
Although this was not the case for every family, one of the abused daughters used this chance to sever her ties with her abusive dad, not allowing him go near
Slowly, the rest silently followed suit although there were still a few who still didn't know what to do. They took all available torned furniture that hasn't been claimed, a broken bed that survived the rays. It's a silent chaos, be it child or adult, a person who slipped an audible language in any kind would be immediately gnawed by the patrolling Yelpers.
"Those who take the initiative and act calmly in turbulent times will be rewarded, as the clouded minds will be tempered by the injustice, fufufu," MF said, looking at those slaves from the seventh floor of the authority building's window. "We should reward Abe later for his great service."
"Abe?" Foel raised her left eyebrow. "You mean the Avalanche Bringer?"
"Yup! Abe, the Father of Multitude." MF smirked. "A great name for a great servant, it took me quite a long time to think of that grandiose name."
"Abe, what a fascinating nameth. I shalt not sullied this title yond is bestowed upon me," Abe said through the crystal on Foel's forehead.
"Pfft, you just took the abbreviation from his title and added an E on the end, didn't you?" said the tanomobi, slowly prodding her partner's naming shenanigans as she could see through her petty lies.
"W-what do you mean!? I-I would never do such a cheap thing!"
"Sure~"
Even though Abe only gave Foel the sign of his ownership through the implanted dark crystal, the titan skeleton deemed MF as his master as well, because the recruiting speech was initiated with MF's intention.
MF faced the ferrowl as she swung her arm, it might be a domineering gesture if not only for her sour forced-smile. "Ehem! Drin, command everyone within the authority to bookmark the territory of our citizens. Make sure that you didn't miss an inch."
"As you commanded, Ms. Ouroboros."
The former director walked out of the room with the other staff, leaving MF and Foel alone.
With an inch of curiosity, the tanomobi sneered playfully. "So should I call you Ouroboros now?"
"I told you to call me 'darling'." MF pouted. "This name is forbidden to don by any living being. There are heavy consequences. So! I will sleep alone tonight, after all, there will be a guest knocking on the dream's door with a spoon and knife."
Her wording made Foel gritted her teeth. "Isn't Ouroboros a symbol? How come someone is able to copyrighted an ancient symbol?"
"Fufufu, with enough time and beliefs, an ancient scribble could become sentient. An even stronger scribble could create a horrifyingly cosmic being that could disrupt the Neamh's serenity." MF chuckled. "That entity is aiming at my throat as we speak."
"Then why do you choose to anger such an entity?"
"Anger? it doesn't bear any anger to me! In fact, the entity will be delighted if we conversate!"
"Your assumption contradicts your own metaphor."
"... The entity doesn't want to snap my throat, it wants to hug it."
"That didn't change anything."