skylark89 died tonight.
The coterie awoke in a section of the Faraway City much more reminiscent of Earth than the entrance; instead of tall, dreary and monolithic structures sparsely populating the horizon, there were cliffside homes and skyscrapers in a desert. In the sky was the utopians' greatest architectural feat yet; the Weili Pangran, an immense structure surrounding a majority of the Faraway City, allowing for interdimensional travel by warping spacetime itself. Characters reminiscent of Chinese symbols were seen all over it. When Gigi Lee Lann questioned Soliera on this out of interest, her response was that due to the presence of the Weili Pangran, this area of the Faraway City has a large influence from Earth.
Alas, the wolves had struck again at night, leaving bodies in their wake. Most notable was skylark89, with a nameless wolf wounded beside him. His brave sacrifice would not go forgotten.
Soliera gathered everyone up in a park. "Alright, travellers. No time. They have claimed countless victims already. Unfortunately, as all of you know, one of the dead was one of your very own, the Skylark. He will be mourned and never forgotten. Regrettably, the situation looks very dire." To the grand despair of Lore and Shuichi Saihara, Soliera continued to talk about how the outcomes are not in their favour, soon switching into a language evocative of Middle English. But a utopian soon appeared.
"Let us not burden these travellers with complex talk and pessimism, Soliera," said a man wearing a similar steampunk-style suit, a Poipole beside him as well. "Her Grace, Wutuo Dihuang, has ordered that the lynching starts today. To preserve the utopia for future generations and to save not one, but two, worlds, we must not encumber ourselves with small talk and stratagems for what may go wrong. There is only one solution here."
"Nice of you to join us Phyco. Yes...we must follow the orders of Her Grace, Wutuo Dihuang. Then let the lynching begin."
Nickito was very annoyed that they were being bossed around by people who did not understand the severity of the situation at all. "Really, you could have at least let us rest for a bit..." he murmured to himself. But it did not matter; lynching time had begun.
