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The tribe had found a small village as they went about another of their travels.

It wasn't a pleasant trip. They were arguing again. They were hurting each other again.

But if they had looked up to the sky, where that great savior was supposed to be, they would have been disappointed. Because he wasn't there. If any god was, it wasn't their's. They wouldn't have found anything. Just the bland blue of the upper world.

So they'd just keep fighting. They'd keep killing over this worthlessness.

They'd keep producing potential monsters.

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