The diurnal cycle, which commenced with unforeseen events, was culminating for the disciples of the Twentieth Ward in a manner they could never have envisioned. Being escorted to the Energy Crystal Mine two hours in advance of the rest aside, they were absolute in their conviction that they would be denied their midday meal owing to the integration of an idle individual into their ranks, yet with the vanishing of Kulus, they had managed to weather the inaugural peril.
On the return journey, though they were subjected to myriad insults and occasional, albeit mild, blows, they harbored zero intention of raising a clamor; after all, they would be reuniting with their urine-scented bales of straw. When they were interrogated, the terror seizing their vessels whispered that their demise would be gruesome, yet suddenly, they were informed they could awaken on the morrow to the daylight caressing their visages.
"You, the hulking one! You are going nowhere!"
