The Dark Blade Cult was weak, and stayed that way for a good amount of time. We had skirmishes on sight, and the Clan members were patriotic. I was worried, as I knew the costs of war, but the Clan was always spurring me on, lifting my spirits. I am glad that we have such brothers in our clan…the loyal stay loyal, and many of the disloyal come back. In addition to the friend of Jungae's, we planted two spies. Admittedly, I did not want spies in their ranks—it is not in my nature to be underhanded in such a way. However, whom could I control? Those who wished to spy, I allowed them. In this way, we learned disturbing things about the Cult. There were three branches (much like ours. Jungae reports that it was his idea in the first place…but none but the spirits guided me in my decisions), each having a 'military' rank and worshipping a specific…demon. One even worshipped Kil'jaeden. This is when I began to focus. All members started to declare duels upon sight of Dark Blade Cultists… and we never lost a one. After a month of skirmishes, Jungae appealed for a cease-fire. He was attempting to manage two guilds, and his lack of dedication had caused a series of events to make one crumble… I took mercy upon him, though I did not want to. I declared that the war would be halted for now, though any further hostility would result in total war, ending in nothing but complete and unconditional surrender of the Dark Blades. Jungae apologized, thanked me, and walked away, tail between his legs.
To this day I have never seen another Dark Blade Cultist.
Power to the Lightning Blade Clan.