"We've been given permission to use our guns!"
""Whooo!!""
From the hawk visage of Chief Worra, the awaited decree was spoken. All, from the steadfast citizens standing in the backdrop, held their breath in anticipation.
For within these words lay the key to unleashing the might of the Gods' Guards. In a conflict entwining families and clans, the sanction to wield laser guns granted them the authority to assail their foes with unrestrained fury. Without it, their duty remained confined to the mere safeguarding of the populace and their own survival, bereft of offensive prowess.
The dwindling count of citizens was starkly evident, a mere shadow of its former self—a consequence anticipated by all. This reality was intimately tied to the presence of only one Sting Tier beside Chief Worra—the solitary Aqrabian guard standing steadfast by his side.
