Epilogue 

Just the epilogue <3 The weekly Sporemageddon slots will be filled in with Save Scumming! Though... I might skip a day? I haven't finished my re-read of Save!

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Feronie watched as the city crumbled.

The little mortals within turned on each other, and in so doing, burned down the industry they were so proud of. Fires raged, and fires cleansed. 

The streets ran red with blood, and the alleys filled with the starving.

More came, and more were caught up in the growing chaos. 

It was... wonderful.

For the first time in a long time, people were praying in a way that she could hear. Not to her, precisely, but to any that would listen.

The new gods of industry, unused to failure, turned their backs on the city. Their priests and clergy were recalled, and the turmoil only deepened.

But the city wasn’t lost.

No, her great Crusader had left small pockets of blessed land. A dozen little ‘farms’ which housed all Feronie needed to push things ahead. And she did so. First, death spread. The bodies left to rot were a feeding ground for her blessing. At the same time, she shoved aside the waxing influence of the gods of undeath, for while her blessing killed... it was in service of a fresh harvest.

The pockets her servant had left behind would grow. They would push away and feed on the detritus of industry. Soon, they would become gardens of a more peaceful sort. 

Those that lived long enough, serenely enough, would come to her once more, for she held their salvation in hand. 

And as for her little Crusader... already, she was moving on to the next city.

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