His blood was about to run dry, and other soldiers each vowed with their own blood, calling in unison upon the guardian spirits of the Ancestral Land.
The Spiritual Official sensed this profound and sincere loyalty, yet these soldiers had no divine statues, no altars, nor incense to guide them, merely a heart full of zeal, preventing their descent.
"With our broken bodies, we welcome the Divine Descent!"
The leading soldier sacrificed himself, drawing his blade to take his own life, and hundreds of soldiers followed suit, using themselves as offerings, as divine statues, to invite the descent of the Spiritual Official and others.
The Spiritual Official and five hundred Spiritual Official clones descended, inhabiting their physical bodies, and with fury slaughtered, cleansing the demons and evil spirits of the West Coast!
