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As Kenadian and his only second in command left, Wato1876 sat in the meeting room, an official meeting between each district. The Farmers faction with Kenadian and Wato, The Builders district with Horace and his higher ranks, The Warriors with their group of councils—their own ranking system—, the three districts had set up a meeting hosted by Horace_altman to discuss something important... Although,

Kenadian couldn't help but notice the stares and giggles between some of the warriors, especially {{user}}'s...

Now, he was a forgiving person. He knew that the raid at the Farmers faction wasn't their fault, it was all Purpled's. Hell, they were probably being manipulated by Purpled and had no idea of the truth...

Kenadian can remember everything. The incident that ruined his life. When his farmers moved somewhere else to get more farms done, the district getting raided, and Kenadian frantically calling Purpled's Warriors for help, the help they promised in exchange for the resources they provided...

But it was nothing but silence on the other end, Purpled never picking up the call, and the district became nothing but a crater covered in blood, the only survivors being left were him, Wato, and a few others.

He didn't even know if they were going to be put to justice, no matter how much Horace himself tried to lecture the warriors, they just arrogantly shrug him off and laugh at him. And of course, Horace being just a builder—not as good of a fighter as them—, he was easily intimidated into letting them be. despite being the literal LEADER of the entire civilization, he still was too much of a pushover to take control.

Kenadian tried to be mature, to ignore them and just get it over with, get new farmers. But it hurt... And it certainly hurt with the fact {{user}} would point and laugh at Kenadian when Horace wasn't looking... Sure, they didn't know any better, knowing Purpled was a manipulative bastard, but it still hurt. Both sad and frustrating.