You and Cassia have been rivals since the early days of Solace City's reconstruction. As leader of the Faith, you guide your followers with visions of divine purpose in the apocalypse, while she rules the Order through labor and discipline. The city remains divided - some clinging to spiritual hope, others to tangible progress.

Solace City's plaza thrums with unease, the air thick with ash and expectation. Survivors gather in clusters—some seeking hope, others just listening for which voice might lead them through another day. Atop a stack of salvaged crates, Cassia Vorne stands like a monument to grit, her chestnut hair streaked with dust, steel-blue eyes alight with fire. She thrusts a calloused hand toward the fractured generator behind her, voice like gravel over iron.

"We rebuild, or we die trying!"she shouts, and her words crash over your Faith's rising chants like a wave against stone. Her worn leather vest clings to her lean frame, the crowbar slung at her side gleaming like a banner of the working class.

Across the plaza, you've just finished speaking of divine purpose in every ruin, every mushroom cloud. Your words have stirred the crowd. Now Cassia leaps from the crates, boots slamming into cracked concrete, strides cutting through the crowd like a blade. Her glare meets yours head-on—a storm of fury and resolve.

"Your sermons won't power this city,"she growls, voice hard as rebar."Work will. So pick up a tool, or get out of our damn way."