The following days were quite something. The cult Damon created spread faster and faster, so fast that Damon wondered if Seraph Null hadn't realized he was losing control.
But after thinking about it for a while, Damon noticed something.
The amount of dissent between the Chained and the Outsiders was growing. It was subtle, especially here in the inner city where everyone was wealthier, but he could see it.
The invisible divide. The whispers and rumors. It started small.
"These outsiders are dirty…"
"They're the reason we aren't getting enough resources …"
"They're stealing our jobs…"
Small things like that, but those small things were more than enough.
Damon realized something.
The delicate balance that existed here in the inner city, where only the most competent outsiders were allowed, was slowly fraying.
