Twilight follows Tepiani to Solangre's chambers. Along the way, she begins asking questions to her. "So...Miss Tepiani, what is it that you do here, exactly? You don't seem like an agricultural advisor."
Anna follows the Lady.
"We thank you greatly for this."
"I suppose that leaves me the duty of carrying the dead weight."
Pick up and fireman carry Zingleborg along.
Remain Unconscious Until Some Greater Force then myself says I Wake up.
The Cazadores follow Lady Tepiani and her prized cow while Topilizin and his guard stay behind them warily. Twilight Sparkles asks about Tepiani's occupation. "Oh my, a talking burro! How charming, if we did not worship a talking cat-ape, I would be halfway shocked. My bastard of a husband left me for a young puta years ago, and so I drove him out of the city and kept his estate and his wealth. I run them better than he ever has, and make sure our capital doesn't fall into ruins. Solangre always asks for so much blood, does He not realize how it stains His surroundings? I wonder what the inside of his Temple looks like and how well it is maintained."
"No need to thank me, I'm only here to protect my assets and be a good host."
As Lady Tepiani and her party, containing the Cazadores, make their way to Solangre's Temple, onlooking Kolinquo stop what they are doing, first turning their attention to Tepiani, and then to her strange guests. Many of them actually set their current plans aside and begin to walk behind the group, forming a new army of entranced onlookers. "This has happened before," notes Lady Tepiani, "When I've come to make a sacrifice, they will come, though usually not in this number. You're people are making me even more popular." By the time the Cazadores reach Solangre's Temple, even more massive in person, the number of Kolinquo behind them has swelled into the hundreds.
Zingleborg begins to stir in Bastion's grip. He's now conscious enough to speak, though he's still under the cyborg's physical domination, hoisted over his shoulder like a ragdoll.
Very well. HEFA boldly flies directly in front of Solangre, making the same request as before. As i have said, please leave this universe. You are a danger to both it and its inhabitants.
Solangre grits his teeth.
"Do not speak to me like that! Fire, I am the king of your domain!" The God squeezes his left palm like he were crushing an invisible fruit, or skull, and the golden monkey-head artifact strapped to his chest began to pulse. HEFA would begin to feel as if rope were being tied around her body. [1 vs. 6] Despite his efforts at containing her, HEFA manages to pull away from his grip and slip back into hiding. Furious, Solangre roars and rushes down the corridors of his Temple...
Vi disperses the foxfire. No need to continue wasting the energy. "Now then. Lets us something interesting." Return to observing. If people desire to give attention then so be it. Long as they aren't being a problem.
Vi halts the flow of magical energies on her bodies and resumes observing the people at the marketplace. A few onlookers of the scene that had taken place before continue to stare at Vi curiously, but as human nature would have it, it's only a little more time before they grow bored of her and resume their routine. Goods are exchanged in loud commotion and flecks of gossip and debate pepper conversations, while children run in the road in front of Vi, chasing one another. This normal marketplace is disrupted once again, and Vi can sense a change in the emotions of these people. Conversations grow serious and tense, and suddenly people begin filtering out of the marketplace and towards the location of Solangre's temple, their unconscious connection to Vi growing weaker and weaker as the market grows emptier.
The dying orange sun shimmers on the horizon and gives the world a warm glow as the Cazadores reach the foot of the great Temple. Before Lady Tepiani can walk up the steps to the altar, the doors to the pyramid fly open and Solangre rushes outside, seen clearly in the flesh by the Cazadores for the first time, built like a silverback gorilla had been bred with one of those aliens from James Cameron's Avatar in a twisted experiment. Every Kolinquo, including Lady Tepiani and Topilizin, drops to a single knee at the sight of Solangre, the collective energy of shifting weight creating a spontaneous, singular noise.
"I have been disturbed in my home! There is an intruder in our midst!" His voice carries even better than the High Priest's, even when Solangre stands at a much greater distance.
"Who knows about this? Who?" None of the Kolinquo move, but their nervous eyes glance over the Cazadores. It isn't long before Solangre, scanning the crowd from his high position, notices an odd cluster among his flock.
"What is this? What brings these things here?"