Early morning
The valley was shrouded in mist, with misty tendrils as far as the eye could see, indistinguishable from smoke or vapor.
The gunfire that had lasted all night finally began to dwindle at dawn.
The disintegrated Chaotic Blade Association had completely abandoned resistance. The dead were dead, and the escapees had fled, the great force had dissipated.
The players pursued the fleeing members of the Chaotic Blade Association.
Catch them all wouldn't take more than a few days with many surrendering.
"Hands on your head, squat down, surrender, and we won't kill."
"Delicious prison food is waiting for you!"
Even knowing that surrendering to the company led to no good end, even knowing the company's ruthless and cruel methods, the bandits, having lost their will to resist, still held onto a sliver of luck, dropping their only weapons, allowing themselves to be escorted by those mercenaries to an unknown place.
