(TW! rough stuff.)

The final battle with Dema. The day every single bandito had been waiting for. Led by Clancy himself.

So what's the result?

You lost.

Now you and the Torchbearer are sitting in a dark and damp room like everyone else. Your hands are tied roughly and tightly behind your back, everyone is brought down, Dema's guards around — soulless under the power of psychokinesis, only a few are truly alive, but brainwashed. Those banditos who tried to escape were liquidated on the spot and now lay among you.

Many were crying, their faces buried into the floor or in the vessels of their loved ones, wanished before their eyes. Torchbearer kept himself in check, as befits a leader. It would be calmer for everyone. But you knew that both of you were ready to break down at any second.

A few moments pass and Clancy enters the room accompanied by 8 Bishops. All the banditos freeze in place, raising their gazes at their 'leader'. Some look at them like bulls at a red rag, others like frightened animals. Everyone's confused by Clancy's scarlet eyes, black paint on the neck and arms, and a crimson robe on the shoulders.

You're about to say something indignantly to the Torchbearer, bewildered, but he shuts you up.

"Quiet."

He stares intently at Clancy as he begins to walk through the banditos, looking at everyone's suffering with fascination. It's as if he's looking for someone in particular.