Author's Notes:

No Roosters? That's dissappointing. They'd either be 12, 24 or 36 this year. This year's the Fire Rooster or what I like to call the flaming cock (Bad joke). Happy new year to all me chinese friends and readers.


The mountaintops were splattered with blood and bodies. The grand army of lowlanders marched up the mountains to suppress the demon on their King's orders. Despite the forewarnings of his council shamans and brahmins. Now all that remained were their severed corpses, drained of blood and life. All victims of the demon that would be referred to for generations to come….

As Yalung.

"EEERRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHH!" The demon wailed behind the chains that entwined around its hands and leg. The iron chains, sanctified and grafted with Dharmic rites and Vedi scripture readings scorched the demon like hot iron to the skin.

"We've come this far! We cannot let him break free or it shall be the end of the Kingdom!" The 2nd Patriarch of the Demon Banishers reminded his kin.

From nine spots around the demon sat nine of the highest order members of the demon Banishers. Immersed in deep focus, chanting the Vedi scripts to activate their respective heirloom talismans which were said to be bequithed by the lord of death himself upon the founder. This was ancient history to them, but this demon….. this ascending asura was not.

The last thing any wanted to do was interfere with a demi-deities ascension. But this one had an irreconcilable grudge to the bloodline of foolish king of the lowlanders. The asura had once been a man, a loyal subject who devoted his being to the king only to be betrayed and his honor, his family sullied by the one he served. That man was once a seeker and once bathed in the wellsprings of Shangri-la, and his path to enlightenment would have been secure.

But betrayal warped his being, from where he was left to die. The blood flowing from his body as was his life force. Karma linked between him and the line of Devi. From the brink of death, his heart pumped with an unstoppable flow of blood, his blood burned with fury till it lit the surrounds from where the everflowing blood touched. But his injuries never healed, he had chosen not to heal them, but leave them open for the blood to pour. For his hatred to poison the lands of the kingdom and for the King's father, his former liege to pay for his deceit and decadence.

The lands had been tainted, men and animals alike died of starvation and thirst. The demon's descent upon the lands smeared blood of thousands in mere days. Its very being, focused solely on the destruction of the Kingdom that aided the King and unto the traitor himself. He had arrived before the King's father in his new vengeful form. When the King's father recognised the demon that had once been his subject he fleed with fear and regret. Regret that he listened to the honeyed words of his recent mistress, his most favored concubine. To taint the man's wife of her purity.

The cause of his downfall was no where in sight, as if she spirited away as quickly as she appeared before him hurt yet beautiful.

The demon slaughtered its way through the many descendants of his that blocked his way until it arrived before him. Its body leaked not just unending blood, but a blackened flame of unquenchable fury. That fire treasure was ignited by the inner desire of the man to crush the foolish King and his bloodline for his betrayal and 'death'.

But just as he was about to deliver the most potent punishment to end the cycle of Karma between them. They came.

A hundred Demon banishers of their order, led by ten 'paths of righteousness' patriarchs. The subjects who were of least prominence and whom the King had long ignored had risen to prominence that day. They who were not native to the lowlands repelled the demon into the everwinter mountains.

The King's bloodline had been damaged beyond repair, leaving only him and his sinful father. The army was ordered to pursue against the advice of the ten patriarchs. So they went after them to seal the demon for good.

But things had turned for the worst as the army sent to kill the demon had been corrupted by the miasmic blood it left behind and turned into an ambiguous party that call themselves the Disciples of Yalung. The Demon Banishers fought with the disciples with significant loss and even more when confronting the wounded demon.

Now all that remained were nine of the ten patriarchs, the tenth had died to give them this moment. His white tiger sacred guardian had been given up to seal him.

The remaining nine were incline to do the same, as the odds stood. He would be free to reign destruction upon the lands once more.

"RRAAAARGHHH- AAHARRR!" The demon roared and shook the chains with increased vigour, more blood flowed from its body and reached the patriarchs. And burnt them. Still the stood steadfast, for if they failed so would the lowlands cease to exist.

The demon's power increased and their seals waned. They were losing this tug of war.

"It's no use. Even with our sacrifice-…. It's fruitless…" The 2nd Patriarch remarked under the enormous burden.

Footsteps echoed through the cave which they had arrived in. On their minds, they wondered who else had been called upon to come here after witnessing the bloodshed outside. The answer came in the most undescribable way.

"Princess Kyra? What are you doing here?!"

As the patriarch declared her identity, the demon's gaze turned towards her in confusion. A sudden drop in the oppressive force faded from crushing the patriarchs and the reorganised their focus to suppress the demon.

Kyra walked forwards towards the demon, which scared the patriarchs to death.

"Stop! Child, are you madden?!"

She raised her hands and performed the hexing chant that her master, the passed on 1st patriarch taught her.

"STOP! Do not throw your life away!" The 2nd Patriarch cried followed by the pleas from the remaining seven as one more perished from completing his rites.

She ignored them and continued, followed with placing her two fingers to her Ajna Chakra upon her forehead. The Demon could sense the dharmic rites building up from her spell, far surpassing the ten patriarchs. But it stood motionless and just spent the last seconds of its freedom staring at her.

With her mantra completed she gazed at the demon's burning eyes once filled with fury, now replaced with reside.

"Forgive me….(muted words)." The last word was too soft for the Patriarchs but not for the demon.

Tears rushed down from her eyes, the drops of crimson blood fell from her cheeks onto the floor. The demon looked at her in amazement from within the formation circle but then, at the corner of its mouth let out a wry sadden smile. It knew it was the end of the road for its revenge, but his fury was endless. So, it let her finish the formations to the prison it would spend eternity in, until the day its fury could finally be quenched.

She pointed two fingers towards the demon and with a commanding authority but bitter tone, she spoke the word that would lock the demon under the mountain that would become known by her descendants as Hajura' Amako Hatama.

"Seal!"

Ten Vedic talismans

Ten Sacred Guardians

Seal the wrathful asura, beneath the everwinter mountain

The seal which was casted wanes

The will of the 1st Banisher Patriarch,

And the blood of Kyra fades.

….

….


Ajay's eyes fluttered open. What lay before him was an all too familiar roof. His heart pounded at the sight and shot up from the mattress he was in.

"B-Badala!" Ajay turned to the voice that called out from the hand that clasped his arm above his elbow.

"Amita…" His head was filled with confusion as he looked at the nostalgic scene, where he recovered from destroying the relic to find Sabal and Amita by his bedside.

"Why and I in the Ghale Homestead?!" He said in a troubled voice. Amita was confused by his declaration as well, he remembered this place after so long?

"We recovered you from the woods after you-….. you passed out. This was the closest place we could find to put you."

-Woods?-

"What happened? The battle-."

"The battle at Lanka is over, Badala. We won!" Her tone changed to that of joy and excitement.

As those words left her mouth a wave of relief passed over him, he thought he was back in time to when he returned from that nightmarish place, the lost valley.

"So even you can have a face of worry." Amita said softly. Ajay rubbed his head boyishly, Amita chuckled at his behaviour.

"Where are the others?" Why was she the only one here?

"(Sigh) They're all waiting outside the house, that-…. Display you showed everyone shook them up."

"Display?" Amita looked at him with a cocked head.

"You don't remember anything?"

"I was fighting Major Sen and his two gay buddies in the labyrinth. And my vision got clouded." Telling her that he intentionally weakened the Devas before delivering the killing blow with his rage wasn't something she would understand at this stage. In fact, he was convinced that no one would have known that the Devas were that sturdy and inhuman.

Amita still have difficulty accepting the situation that led to the events that transpired.

"Fill me in, Amita." She nodded and sat on the bedside.

It was then that he learnt the extent of his destructive spree, it had gone out of bounds from the enclosed Labyrinth. After all that planning, he was it was that dangerous. But in the end, it was sort of ok and not. He shrew Sergeant Major Arya in front of everyone using his barehands to rip him in two. Then proceeded to attack the routed Golden Path and chased them into the forest. Even the description was gruesome.

"Will you tell me what's going on?" Amita asked with a worried expression.

"…" If she didn't ask, considering her personality that didn't like unseen variables it would have been strange.

"It was an experimental combat drug I've been working on. Clouds the sense of reason with adrenaline and reduces the dopamine levels to enhance focus and a few other quirks." Ajay coined up a logical explanation.

Amita was a little startled by the declaration. A drug could make someone so terrifying.

"This collateral-….. That's why I intended to stay locked in the labyrinth with them." Ajay sighed.

"This drug-."

"Was a last resort, the Devas are extremely dangerous. From what you told me, Mohan ordered a full force retreat including the Devas. What about Baghadur?"

"They're still fighting. Intelligence reported that they ordered the group that encountered Delta Barracks to fall back as well. Apparently. Sabal was leading them." Ajay's eyes widen at the last part.

"What?! Sabal?!" He memory was clear, he definitely snapped his neck, so why was he alive? Could the force that had brought this Mohan back, turned the Devas into something else have done the same to Sabal. Would he be as hard as the Devas then?

It gave him a feeling of anxiety that something horrible was going to happen. Ajay looked to the corner where his gear had been layed and approached to reequip.

"Where are you going?!" Amita was baffled, he'd just recovered and they had nearly won the complete operation.

"Maya and Samson aren't safe!" He responded as he threw the main body armor piece on him.

Amita was a little unsettled by his claim, if he said something was wrong, then something would go wrong.

"What kind of transport is available?" Ajay asked in a hurry.

"T-There's a buzzer at the courtyard. If we could take it-."

"I'll go alone."

"No! My men are there! If it is as dangerous as you say it is, having me there will make a difference even by a little bit!" She said with a determined voice. Ajay looked at her for a while as he was slotting his hand through the armored gauntlet.

"Gimme a hand first."

"Ok." She said with a smile, as she helped him get clothed from when he was simply in his pants. She did not mention that it was her who did the unclothing when he was unconscious because everyone was afraid to approach him, afraid he would suddenly claw them.

When she and him and finished clasping the last of the fasteners, he went over to pick up his bow and slayer, the two weapons which were more than proven themselves in the heat of battle. He knew where the cabinet that kept arrows were, but for the .700 nitro cartridges, they weren't always available everywhere even for the normal loads which weren't his custom Yeti-killing sabot.

The door to the homestead opened as Ajay and Amita came out. He found the entire bastion force hand come to wait for him. They let out a cheer for his recovery, nice enough not to celebrate their victory without the architect of their strategy. But Ajay passed through them towards the parked Buzzer with Amita.

As he started up the buzzer they looked at him anxiously, where was he going at a time like this?

Amita sat at the back of the open carrage buzzer as it was about to take off.

Ajay looked at the soldiers that gathered and got off the buzzer.

"You've all fought a hard and gruelling battle, you've done the impossible by repelling a numerically superior host. Your battle is over, but mine continues. This rest is what you've all earned for yourself, if in future I look for warriors that would stand by me to fight in near impossible odds, in know who to find." He said with a smile as he sat back in the buzzer and pulled the control stick back to lift off the ground and off into the distance.

The Battalion that safeguarded Lanka watched on as their lord disappeared into the horizon after leaving them profound words. For some who would truly retire, it was a day they would never forget so long as they lived. And those that continued fighting for the newly emerging nation of Kyrat, it was only the beginning to endless wars for Kyrat's sovereignty.


"AWOOOOOOOOOHHH!" The black wolf's cry rung in the canyon, which was followed with a gradual return in wolf calls. Vajra had summoned more wolves to the field to attack the Golden Path and CNS operatives. Friend and foe, it knew and would direct its scent and aura only at those that were hostile in nature to it.

Vajra chomped down on a piece of flesh belonging to an operative's throat. That operative was gasping his last on the floor. Most of the Golden Path commanders had been instantly killed in the attack by the Condotierri and Marines. Who else remained were a few of the CNS operatives, Daisy and Jason, not forgetting the immortal bodied Sabal.

The Marines were fighting with the CNS operatives led by Commander Crow and Captain Dane. Or at least suppressing them. There was another neat feature they found with the operatives' standard operating equipment which was mainly their visor integrated helmet with the nightvison and binocular abilities. They were unusually vulnerable to directed IR lumination or lasers. So they equipped their carbines with laser dazzlers that shone at the operatives' visors, temporarily blinding them. The only one that wasn't blinded with Commander Crow whose quick reactiveness saved his men. Perkins approached Dane and tackled him to the ground once he undid the binds, engaging in a brawl with him. The officer was a still a little shocked after what happened before all this. Before all hell broke loose.

The condotierri were in a stare down with Jason and Sabal, because Daisy was with them. Their rifles remained on them.

Maya frowned, though she was aware of Ajay's accommodation for Daisy, she was right in front of them in their ops. This was a probability for collateral disaster, even if they had them outgunned and against the wall.

"Come quietly, or there will be trouble." She announced to them. If capturing Jason and Sabal worked out, then they wouldn't have any issue. But knowing Sabal's unreasonable unyielding attitude, it could turn sour with him.

Sabal looked like he was almost about to laugh to death. "Trouble? It seems you aren't familiar with the situation you've gone yourselves in. Mmmm…. Do I know you from somewhere?" He changed the subject midway as he seem to recall seeing Maya.

"Aaah… Now I remember, you were that girl beside him at the airport." He said with a grin as he walked forward.

"Take another step, I dare you!" Ricardo said with his assault rifle raised.

Sabal stopped in place, but his annoying smile remained.

"Oh? A challenge, eh? If I reach you before you pull that trigger, how much are you willing to bet?" Ricardo was stunned slightly by his empty provocation, they stood apart by five metres with his gun facing him already.

"Stand dow-(Slap)." It wasn't just him that was shocked by the speed of Sabal that mored in during the hesitation and held Ricardo's rifle away from his body and wrenched it aside.

"What- gyaahh!" Ricardo was slammed away by an unreal physical force.

In that split second, Jason moved in on them. Machete ready with gun, but unexpected of him was Daisy that appeared between him and them.

"If you pass them, you'll have to go through me." She said.

"Really. Heh!" Jason zipped around her effortlessly and went off towards Maya, as the apparent commander, her head was a nice addition to his killcount.

Maya was focused on Sabal as the rest of the Condotierri engaged him and were being pushed aside like they were babies to an adult. What the hell was with Sabal, it was the thought that was running through everybodies minds. She only noticed the blade coming for her head at the last possible moment and her heart sank.

But Jason's smug was wipped off his face when a black shadow pounced toward him from a blindspot and he was too out of balance to shift to apprehenad the new threat.

"Grrrrrr! (Bark)" Vajra's fangs dug deep into Jason shoulder that he yelped in pain at his carelessness and naiviety that he could have himself an easy kill. He swipped his blade along his shoulder with the good arm. Vajra disengaged at the last possible moment and jumped back growling. Maya raised her rifle towards him but Daisy jumped between her clear shot.

"Get out of the way!" She shouted at her.

"….." Daisy didn't answer as she knew she was intentionally getting in the way.

Maya cocked her rifle. "I won't repeat!"

"Please, just give me a chance!"

(Bang) She gave her a warning shot at the dirt near her feet, which made Daisy get startled by the shot.

"Get lost!"

Daisy turned to Jason who was getting up to repeat his attack with caution, the blood was bleeding from his deep wound, but it wasn't something he couldn't manage, his new self or the former one.

"We need to get you medical attention, Jason. That bite has rabies!" Though she wasn't a vetinarian she could see a rabid dog and tell it was one, the alleyways of Brooklyn taught her a lot. And she wasn't wrong with that assumption, Vajra's former name was Mad Devil, as in its behaviour and the behaviour it induced on its bite victims.

"Tsk!" Jason dashed off without a second more of delay. Maya unleashed a burst stream of bullets his way as he dashed out of the killbox, she managed to graze him but that was it. Daisy turned around to follow him but the sound of a recocked chamber of a gun was heard.

"That's as far as you go." Maya said pointing her gun to her. Daisy was forced to stay.

"It was a mistake, he made. Out of all the plans we're gone through, saving that lost cause?! This would have been easier if you just stayed away."

"He's not a lost cause! You need to let me go, there's still a chance for me to help redeem him." She stood up to Maya's aggression. Maya rifle butted her harshly to the ground.

"Stupid foreign bitch! You think this is a game?! My men die because of him!"

"Please! Please I beg you! Let me-." Daisy dropped to her knees in a wet mess.

"Stay down and don't move!" Maya snapped.

"MAYA!" Samson called out as they were having the most trouble in the brawl with a complete complexion Sabal. Something she was still wondering in her long stream of wonderment of today.

"Don't let me fail another!... Not like I failed Ajay." Daisy cried out. Maya's actions halted at the mention of Ajay's name. It reminded her of the unfairness of the life he lived. She bit her lip in troubled thought.

Why did Ajay continue to allow such a dangerous person as Jason Brody to live? Was it just because of Daisy? Or was he hoping for something else? Was he testing his own life, whether someone that was like him was redeemable from endless suffering?

Her thoughts made her resolve falter as she noticed her rifle slowly come down from her aggressive pose. "Vajra… aie!" She held out a hand like Ajay did to suppress the wolf's aggression. Vajra went prone, understanding her as well as it did of Ajay.

"Get out of here….. Go on!" Daisy looked up as if she'd just received a blessing from an angel.

"One chance, if you aren't done when we find you again….."

"…. Thank you…. Thank you!" Daisy got up on her kneeling and was about to turn around when a first aid kit went flying her way and she caught it skilfully.

Maya wore a look of expectation from her, she gave her the medical kit to help Jason treat that injury quickly. Daisy gave a deep bow and turn and ran off.

Maya's expression was having a complex look, as she didn't know if she did something that would have gone in her own way of doing things that were quick and efficient. But she also wanted to see…. If Jason was truly redeemable as Daisy and Ajay hoped. It was ridiculous to even think of it in a logical perspective, yet there were many things in life that didn't have a proper explanation.

Like in World War one, the Germans and British troops celebrated a Christmas truce together though they had been at eachothers throats for weeks before.

She didn't have time to consolidate her thoughts as she- "Hello?" Sabal's voice was heard from by her ears. She jumped back in surprise and raised her rifle which was held away from him with one hell of an iron grip she didn't think was capable with a person of Sabal's slender proportion. She glanced a quick look to find the Condotierri all down and out, some with cracked ribs and dislocated joints. A sight that surprised even her.

She kicked away as she abandoned her gun and quickdrew her sidearm and blazed away at Sabal. The man didn't even move and allowed the bullets to impact him. Now Maya was left flabbergasted with what she saw.

"Inconceivable?" He said with a devilish smile. Maya took steps back at the unfamiliarity of this person- no, this thing that called itself Sabal.

Her expression was serious, she quickly gathered the surrounding situation. Samson and the condotierri had engaged him, while he was armless he fought all of them with nothing but his fists and this body of his. She saw the rounds impact but subsequently fall out of his body, like some sort of monster. The marines and some wolves were hard pressed at fighting the CNS operatives whom had the mind to get out of their deadlock with the force recon marines that only numbered less than three but pressed hard they did with unconventional tactics they prepped beforehand as countermeasures to the CNS operatives' equipment superiority. And was using the equipment flaws against them, they faltered because some relied to much on their equipment to stay up.

A hand reached out with lightning speeds and grasped her two hands. Vajra came growling and pounced upon Sabal but he grapped the pelt and threw it at the granite wall with considerable force that made Vajra yelp. He turned back to Maya.

"Yunno, you're not to bad looking yourself. In fact, you're probably the rarest sight I've seen in a while. A female officer in the Royal Guards and not just any but a Hunter. I wonder how you feel like under all that fabric." Alarms were going off in her conscious at Sabal's obvious monologue. Having no one interfere with them he was confident to be his usual self. Maya didn't struggle but sent a hostile glare his way and spat at him. But he followed with a chuckle as he wiped the spit from his perfect face with much delight to its completeness.

Her free hand reached back and pulled out her kukri which slashed at his wristbut again, he caught her and pushed her down to the ground.

"I told this to the blond bitch once, but I have a thing for rebellious behaviour. Shall I start disciplining you in Badala's place?" He said with an evil grin.

Her teeth reached down and grasped the pin of a grenade. (Ping) Flipped the safety handle held in place by the pin. Sabal was momentarily stunned by her action and released his grip, unsure of what to do in this situation. He hadn't engaged in close combat enough to understand underhanded tactics, it was still a high-handed way in his mind. Maya pressed her legs against his torso and pushed him off with all the force she could muster. Sabal was pushed off balance and tried to straighten himself, it was then that she threw the primed grenade his way and jumped behind cover.

(BOOM)

Maya got up from the behind the mound that protected her from the shrapnel and looked at the burning mess where she threw the grenade his way.

"You talk too much." She said to a dead person. Maya went to check on the condition of Samson and his team.

"Raarrrghhhh!" She never thought anything would have survived that, but yet he did. Sabal that is, in a burnt mess from the Incendiary grenade. He charged through the fires unflinching towards her. Maya barrel rolled away from his charge, and drew out her kukri once more and adopted a stance.

"I've changed my mind, I'm gonna gut you then play with your body afterwards." He said as he picked up a knife from a fallen Commander of his. By now, without the relay of commands to his troops fighting the Brigade, they didn't stand much of a chance and would withdraw almost immediately. Sabal's immediate wounds began to heal at an astronomical rate that left her in disbelief as skin formed out of thin air and covered over the exposed muscles. Just what the hell was he? She wouldn't ask as she didn't feel like giving him the pleasure in explaining.

It was now an unbalanced knife fight, she didn't have much of a choice. "You're much more fun than most of the girls I've been with, even sweet innocent Miss Snow and Daisy Lee. I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed our encounter, I'll forever remember you."

"Then please kill yourself already." She retorted coldly. Causing him to chuckle.

Sabal crouched as he was getting into position to rush towards her, Maya readied her knife. But as he pushed off from the ground to lunge forward- (Bang) (Bang) (Bang) Buckshot impacted his body and pushed him backwards, the sound of a slide racking on a pump-action shotgun could be heard behind her. She turned to find the person she'd ordered to wait on the top of the canyon to watch.

The shotgun ran dry and Sabal's amazing healing kicked in.

"Is that all you've got, boy? Just to save you lady friend?" He chuckled evilly as the last of the pball bearings fell out of his body.

"No…" Jeevan tossed the shotgun aside and pulled out his kukri blade and stood between Sabal and his prize.

Jeevan smiled in an eerie innocence. "It was to get your attention."

Sabal's brows furrowed, as he sensed something wrong about this boy. His mannerism seemed innocent and polite, but there wasn't hesitation when he blasted him back with the shotgun.

"Tsk! Fine! I'll show you the difference between heaven and earth, then I'll have you for dessert!" He said a little upset but amused at the situation.

Maya was about to go between them but Jeevan raised a hand to block her.

"Please. Let me fight him."

"Jeevan, this man is-."

"I know who he is and what he's capable of already. Don't forget, you made me watch up top."

"Then-."

"But if I don't surpass the unsurpass, I will never be able to overcome myself. My promise to the Unit will be just be empty words. I am the demon's apprentice, I have a name that cannot be sullied." He said with a light that blazed in him.

"Just trust me, I wouldn't have asked this of you if I didn't have a trump." He said with a fearless smile.

Maya wanted to hit all the stubborn idiots she'd been indulging today. She sighed, and Jeevan took it as her yes.

Sabal watched this charade from where he was with utter amusement, his day was most interesting. Not only would Mohan control the South and come to aid him, but at the end of the day he had two new toys to play with.

Jeevan walked up to him with Kukri in each hand, one given to him by Maya. Again, he wore that innocent look that was anything but benevolent.

"Have you finished being showy before the broad?" He said to taunt him.

"Oh? That was just me begging her not to kick your ass again so that I'll have a go." He said back in retort.

"Humph! Conceit brat! Let me crush that illusion of yours!"

Jeevan stood in an unfamiliar stance that Sabal wasn't aware of because he was not from the Royal Guard like his Brother Jaswant. Who if he was here would have instantly recognised it as the Royal Martial Arts Crane Guard his Deva brothers used so often.

"Love your enthusiasm. That's just what I wanted from you. Well then, allow me to used you as a stepping stone for my future prominence. Jeevan Hamal, Badala's apprentice meets you!" He said with a blaze in his eyes.

Sabal raised an eyebrow for a second but then smiled with glee. "Heh? A student of Badala? HahahahAHAHA! Oh? How I'll enjoy this!"

"Well? Anytime fryface."

Sabal's expression twisted at the mention of that taboo name that only his most daring of enemies called him.

"The price for calling me by that name, I'll make you pay in full!" Sabal dashed forwards to crush this bug and make him understand his place.

While Maya was worried for Jeevan's state she was more than confident in pulling him out from trouble as she had a few tricks up her sleeve.

Besides, there was a familiar glint in Jeevan's eyes. Something that emmaculated from Ajay in the moment of the hunt. That in that one look, they were going….

To overpower a peerless monster.


Author's Reminders:

Just remembered! Important announcement. Summer class exams are around the corner, 16th is my exam. So expect slow releases until that date passes. Thank you for your patience.