Supervisor. He tried to get up again, but it was no use. His limbs had disobeyed him. The group drew
closer, wielding sharpened sticks most likely forged in secret at night. One came uncomfortably close
to the emperor and raised his spear, arched it back, and… he never got his chance. There was a roar so
loud that it literally knocked the man off his feet. For the second time that day, the Sea and Sky arrived.
The authority of the Dragons was enough for the mob and rebels to disperse and obey the
emperor as fast as they started. The remaining Supervisors took control, herding the workers into the
detention shelter scratched together with Oakwood. There will be no more rebellions. The slaves will
continue working. The First Emperor will rule. The project. The Great Wall. It will be finished. And it
will save China.
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