Celeste, who had recently finished swallowing Marcus, addresses everyone with an ice-cold voice. "If the town that I have lived in, worked in, cherished and loved for a good portion of my life takes<span style="font-style: italic">one single bit more damage</span>, I will not be responsible for who dies. I have<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>it with all these attacks all of a sudden. I am<span style="font-style: italic">exhausted</span>, and while I hate to do so, if killing this little guy in my belly means one less person attacking the town, then so be it. If you all leave right now, I will spit him up again and let you all leave. The next time you attack, at least one of you will die, permanently," she informs them. Her glare is terrifying, and she is clearly about to snap from all this stress.