"Once you realize you're not supposed to feel pain. There's no point in being afraid any more" Samuel Ross, foundation agent and the man that brought Ganzir to its knees.

Falmart. Underworld. 665 imperial time.

Harldy was less than pleased with her gate being erased from existence. She would have to go through the whole process of making a new one.

The newcomers who had come to a reality where only the damned could have come from were rapidly expanding at an unprecedented rate. While she certainly enjoyed watching the warrior bunnies being utterly humiliated they were expanding too fast changing here and she followed god's world too fast.

This was the one time she felt fear. Fear that they would simply rip the gods out of their place. Their gods were in every way more powerful than her.

The machine god, while merciful, knew that if those broken god guys ever assembled him his wrath on her and Emory for toying with mortals would tear apart Falmart.

Then she tried to get a better understanding of where they came from so she could find them anyway. Anything she could use to put these new mortals to their knees. But every time she and her fellow gods probed their mind they simply couldn't.

Something was stopping them. Except for poor Freya. The god of the elves. She probed deep, maybe too deep. She came out screaming and crying for mercy after probing a newcomer's mind.

In every possible way these people were able to bring the gods to their knees. They yanked the gate from her control and erased it at will. They expanded in a cold and rapid way. Then she and the god of the Demi humans lost full control of the warrior bunnies. In a literal sense.

The church of the broken god was replacing them with their gods and grew with more popularity. Then when they tried to command the warriors through their heads like they had done with the emperors of Sadera so many times they were stopped.

The same force that had stopped them from probing the minds of the newcomers had now entered the warrior bunnies. And soon it entered the dwarves the minute first contact was made.

It was like a parasite. Jumping from one person's head to another. The gods could no longer physically even manifest in the presence of their followers. This force stopped. A meeting of the gods would be called and this force would have to be defeated for Falmart.

Falmart. The cosmos. 665 imperial time.

The gods gathered from the cosmos. It was time for Falmart and for them they would regain control of their rightful subjects. Most apostles, even Rory, were scared to even head into warrior bunny, the newcomers, and Dwarven territory. They claimed they felt an unholy presence.

The plan was the gods would use their combined power to breach into the collective consciousness of the newcomers and bring them to their knees mentally. Hardly and the other god in clouding Emory who had stopped creating war for once began to break into the newcomers minds.

They broke through after some difficulty and found themselves in a void of pure blackness. The void let up. Imagines of unholy creatures slaughtering millions appeared. A stranger logo which read secure, contain, and contained also appeared out of the millions of memories in the newcomers minds that hit them.

The terrible memories stopped and they saw what looked to be a person stretched out. It was black as the void with gray tendrils stretching out from its torso.

They then saw the millions of smaller tendrils on its body attached to the consciousness of each newcomer, each dwarf, and each warrior bunny. It was feeding off them. Their negativity.

Its head finally snapped at the 10 gods. Emory took out his battle axe. "Your reign of injustice comes to an end." Emory said growling.

"You......fail......like......them." It said, Its voice sounded static. "You.....are......just....gods.....you.....lack.....true pain." It said, "Pain......trauma......true source of power." It continued unfazed.

I'm done with this. Emory ran at it. One of its tendrils darted forward. Emory cut its tendril so 20 took its place. Most of the gods sat back. A testimony to them preferring to watch the fight than be in it due to them rather watching the entertaining fight.

It wasn't letting up. Emroy hatched and slashed his way towards it but it simply just drew more power from its human subjects.

It took a healthy dose of negatively from a man suffering from PTSD. Then another from a bitter warrior bunny unable to see that her kind was defeated and still fought on.

As Emroy seemed about ready to slash at its body a tendril darted forward and before he could do anything attached itself to his head. "You....claim..to be....god....of.....war....your.....wars...are....child's....plays...to...mine." It said, Within just several seconds Emory was reduced to a quivering mess and crying on the floor. Asking for the visions to stop.

"I...have..control..You...don't." It said addressing the other gods who were just about to intervene.

"I....feed..as...I please...you...open...your...gate...for entertainment....as you...please." It said,

The gods were then thrown out of the human minds. Emroy was still a quivering mess and it was doubted if he could recover. Rory would have to take his place for now. The gods had been utterly humiliated. It had promised to allow them some control in exchange if they allowed it to feed.

There wasn't anything the gods could do now. They would simple have to build up strength and prepare for a future battle.

Falmart. Dwarven kingdom. 1 AEE.

I woke up after having a massive headache in my sleep. Jesus, one could never get sleep. My nightmares had gotten worse this night. I saw Ganzir getting breached and the foundations horrors running in. The city is sinking. People are screaming and crying.

Jesus it is way too much. I wanted to cry but I couldn't come out looking like a mess. We had to demonstrate our weapons to the dwarven king and I had to fulfill my promise to teach Uriel how to get a car started and how it works.

The dwarves had no showers which fucking sucked but I could live. I looked at the time on my watch and realized I had gotten up way too early. I got up at 4 am. I got at least 5 hours of sleep last night. Well nightmare filled sleep but sleep nonetheless.

I got properly dressed and headed down the dark halls lit only by the many torches in them.

I was heading to the forge obviously so I could fulfill my promise to Uriel and to hope that she would continue asking questions.

She acted as a good distraction from my shitty metal state and PTSD. I found her in the forge utterly passed out from exhaustion and hard work I assume. I took a close look at what she was working on without waking her up.

She had seemingly tried to replicate my SIG Pro pistol. Of course she had failed but it was impressive how hard she had tried to replicate my side arm. I didn't find it outside the realm of possibility that she could create a flintlock pistol.

I tapped her shoulder to wake up. She jolted up. "Ah fuck who woke me up." She grumbled. "Hey I'm here to fulfill that promise." I said. Internally I was shocked how a simple tap sent her jumping out of her sleep. "Promise? Oh you'll show me how to use those horseless carriages." She said beaming with excitement. "Yup, you can follow me." I said casually. If she was this energetic only after just having woken up Jesus imagine how she would be on coffee.

Falmart. Dwarven kingdom. 665 imperial time.

Clark had fulfilled his promise and was heading to show her how those beautiful horseless carriages worked. She had tried all night to replicate his gun but it was in vain much to her disappointment. But why get caught up in that he was going to show her the marvels of those horseless carriages.

Maybe one day he'd show her the metal birds. She could imagine flying above the clouds on their things, her wildest dreams coming true.

Clark while the leader of his organization must have been a saint of sorts. No one had his kind of patience when it came to her endless bombardment of questions.

He also answered most of them which she was grateful for. They finally got the horseless carriages which she learned were called Humvees.

"You see, to turn one on you need a key like with most cars. If you're wondering what this runs on it runs on two little things called fuel and oil. Without these they wouldn't simply move around like you saw. The wheels are made of a material called rubber which we found in abundance in the forests of the valley when we first settled there." Said Clark as he explained the functions of the humvee and cars.

This Humvee was one of their combat vehicles. He pulled out a thing he called a phone which contained some of the most accurate art of people and vehicles Uriel ever saw. I also learned that they want art that can capture the imagination of a person, a thing, and an object in its place.

Uriel was drooling over the tech. "How did you make such beauties? I wish I could pry open your brain and get all that knowledge of yours tells me more." Uriel said excitedly as she also used the one hand to try to grab at the phone.

Clark gave an amused smirk before handing her the phone. "You have to put in a password first of course to get into the phone." He put in his password by taping on some numbers that appeared on the screen. She then saw several weird boxes with symbols. She learned these were called apps.

Each app was meant for a specific thing. If only her people had such wonders. They played around with the phone under Clark's supervision. Clark was basically watching her like a Hawk to make sure she didn't do anything bad to the phone. Which made sense.

After some playing around with an app called maps which had created a near perfect map of Falmart (though the southern part of it was missing) she handed back the phone to Clark not wanting to annoy the man. "Thanks." He said as she handed him back the phone.

She then turned her attention back to the horseless carriages. "Can I drive one?" She asked eagerly. "No. Maybe one day." He said calmly. "Dammit. How did you build such wonders? Your people are no doubt smarter than us dwarves if you can pull off such technological feats." Uriel said in awe as she looked up at him.

Clark gave her an amused look. "Sure we are smart but we aren't gods and we have our first share of dumbasses." Clark said jokingly. "Well of course every race has its dumbasses. But still your feats are unparalleled." She said passionately. "Do you think I'll ever be able to replicate the weapons your people make." Said Uriel.

Her tone switched over to a hopeful one. She wanted to be able to replicate them. Her kind would achieve so much with those rods or guns as they called them of theirs. Well they would achieve their wildest dreams if they just had one of that beautiful tech of the Organization that Clark was incharge of.

Speaking of his organization. She wanted to see what their words on the symbol on his hat meant. "What are the words on your little logo?" She asked curiously.

"It's the motto of the Global occult coalition. Protection, destruction, education, survival concealment." He said. "You aren't really holding up to the concealment part. Most people in Falmart probably know that your group exists." She joked. "You have a point though it's not like concealment matters much now." He shrugged.

"I take it you're a tech enthusiast." Clark said, pointing out the obvious. "What else do you think I am dumbass?" She teased as she also poked the Humvees wheel with her one hand. "I'm also a weapon-smith as well if you couldn't tell." she joked. "It was pretty obvious and you got a bunch of charcoal marks on your face and arm." He said pointing to the black spots on her face.

"Yup I see them as symbols of my hard work." She said proudly. "Do you ever wash those marks off you." Clark asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure I need to keep proper hygiene of course. I'm not an orc." Uriel said jokingly. "Clearly. You're much shorter than one." He said taking a jab at her height. "It's not my fault I'm a dwarf." Said Uriel, annoyed and looked up at him. "Still short." He joked as he took out some kind of stick and lit it and placed it in his mouth. It was like Dwarven pipes to an extent. "What's that stick in your mouth?" She asked. "It's called a cigarette. It's like your dwarven pipes." He said while smoking it.

"Can I try?" She asked "Don't see why not." He said handing her a cigarette and lighting it for her. She smokes it. "This isn't strong at all. You humans have weak lungs." She said while smoking it. "We still got better tech than you." Clark countered. "You don't have to rub it in. Still like I said before, your tech is marvelous, nothing can beat it." Uriel said.

"Also what does your organization stand for by the way? While us dwarves are more than willing to ally with your people . Since of course better tech and how interesting . My personal reason I like your people and you is I can tell you lead from the front because of your missing eye and how battle scarred your people seem which I admire. We don't know much about you people." Uriel said.

"Well I'll tell you what I can do without breaking any classified secrets. The Global Occult Coalition is ready to defend humanity whether it likes it or not. We take it upon ourselves to be the protector of our people and humanity." Clark said proudly. "Quite a noble goal if I say so myself." Uriel said. While she didn't fully believe that's what this coalition stood on she trusted Clark enough to believe him.

Clark checked a little thigh wrapped around his arm he called an electric watch. It was like a clock but one you could keep on you at a constant. "Oh it will be time for me to get some of my guys ready for the weapons demonstration for your king. I wish I could talk for longer but I have to go get them ready." He said disappointed.

"Ah don't worry my lad I'm sure you'll get plenty of time to talk to me if you wish after the demonstration. I'll be eager to see your weapons in action anyways." Uriel said, trying to pat Clark on the back. The best she could though she only patted his lower back due to her size.

He waved her goodbye as he went to talk to his men. Uriel of course had already begun making a list of questions she wanted to bombard Clark with in their next conversation.

Falmart. Dwarven firing range. 1 AEE.

The firing test had gone better than expected. One thing I liked anti the dwarves is the fact that instead of getting scared shitless by our weapons they cheered and were happy about our technological prowess.

The only dwarven armor that held to our bullets was the armor made out of a metal they called Aurelian. It withstood 10 shots of armor piercing rounds, 30 shots from regular bullets, and 1 shot from our disintegrator gun simply rusted the armor didn't erase it from existence.

I would have to get our scientist to do some research on the metal. Either way I saw how this metal could easily replace our Kevlar helmets and vests. I asked the king if we could take some Aurelian with us to research it and he was more than happy to give several chunks of Aurelian.

In exchange for the Aurelian we gave the king and each of the nobles and other important people in dwarven society phones and gave them a run down on how to use them. The church of the broken god diplomats also gave the king one of their power hammers which I would later learn became a symbol of nobility among dwarven culture from then on.

There were some practical reasons for giving them phones. It would be easier for the king to communicate with his court of course and if the dwarves ever came under attack the king could just call us. It was also easier to coordinate diplomatic exchanges as well.

Of course I handed one of the phones we had brought as gifts to Uriel who had pretty much become my new friend and helped ward off my inner thoughts about Ganzir and all the shit I've seen with her bombardment of questions.

Did I find her bombartment of questions annoying. A little. But it made sense as we would do the same thing if highly advanced aliens came down. Either way she was a good distraction from my inner troubles and I had enjoyed having conversations with her.

Before me and the diplomatic team left the Dwarven kingdom we ended up exchanging phone numbers when I showed her how it works so she could continue asking me questions when she wanted some information on how certain pieces of tech worked and if she was bored and had no one else to talk to.

The whole boredom and having no one else to talk to mostly applied to me.

The one thing I was worried about was all the shit Robert and the engineer had been doing in the two days I was with the dwarves since I would be returning back to Paradise city at 3 am due to how shitty the roads were.

Still I had to try to focus on the positives and that was that I made a new friend.

Falmart. Imperial palace. 665 imperial calendar.

Several of Harldly's priests had been given visions showing when the next gate would appear in Falmart. It would appear on the shortest day of the year.

Molt also knew that on that day based on what his spies from the Hayro(shapeshifters) tribe had told him was the day the holiday called Christmas was celebrated. He now had a perfect plan in motion. It was risky but it would be worth it.

He had been getting his legions to train for fighting in the snow and began throwing money around to get the empire's legions the warmest clothes he could find.

The plan was simple. The Hayro tribe would infiltrate the warrior bunny guerrillas that had been resisting the organizations he now knew were named the GOC, the chaos insurgency, and the church of the broken god and convince them to attack several major settlements on Christmas Day.

He would then send 80,000 legions under his sim Zorzal who was more than eager to find Tyuule and claim her to march on the warrior bunnies former capital and take it. Finally though it had taken him and the Hayro tribe lots of effort he would get all 500 Hayro tribe agents in the capital of these organizations called paradise city to begin an attack and to cause chaos in the city itself.

He would make these newcomers face an attack from all sides and force them to in the best case scenario abandon all major warrior bunny settlements under their control.

While they were being attacked on all sides an army under count Formal would march through the gate and bring back gold and slaves to further fund the now planned Christmas offensive against the newcomers and their organizations.

His main hope came upon the fact that most of their soldiers would be too relaxed or at home celebrating this holiday of theirs that defenses would be low along most settlements.

All Molt had to do was wait another 3 or so months before he could spring his offensive.