(Planet Vorthas, The Following Morning)
Anger simmered beneath the pale morning sky as the people of the Cult gathered once more in the Sunsteps Market, their voices rising in restless waves.
The shock from the previous night still lingered in their eyes, their expressions tight with fear and frustration, all of it looking for somewhere to land.
Accusations flew freely as the crowd began blaming the Cult's defenders for their failure to stop the attack.
Their pride had been wounded, their confidence shaken, and Dupravel Nuna's name became the rallying point for both rage and demand.
The people wanted justice, they wanted strength, and most of all, they wanted answers.
"He burned down nine buildings and killed twenty-six guards while escaping…. He came, he killed, he escaped, while our security forces tried searching for stars in broad daylight…. *Spit*," one man spat, veins bulging on his neck as he shouted atop a merchant's stall, riling up the crowd.
