Within Seven Hills, riots began to rise; madness and disorder were gradually devouring those whose faith felt shattered. Fanatical Believers bellowed as they hurled themselves against all around them, but Holy Hall Knights soon appeared to suppress the scene.
Gunshots and hoarse shouts rang out without end, yet this still did not seem to be the moment when the curtain would truly be raised. The panic lasted for a time, then subsided; the well‑equipped Holy Hall Knights once again took control of the grounds.
This time they grew ever more severe, their Iron Armor stained with blood as they barked at the Believers, driving them quickly out of the city.
Most of the Believers turned docile; it was unclear whether they truly were so, or merely plotting the next instant of eruption.
Demon Hunters moved through the shadows; they silently killed those most active among the fanatics. Deprived of these ringleaders, the Believers were, for the moment, unable to stir up greater waves.
