Night, at the beachhead, deep inside the Mechanicus Cult's church.
Unlike the clamor of fortification repairs outside, the resurrection hall, built from cold stone and thick steam pipes, echoed with a duller, more unsettling sound... the dry, feeble rumble of several core Holy Steam Resurrection Machines at work.
Several players serving as Tech-Priests, dressed in oil-stained robes, stood around the largest resurrection machine, scratching their heads and whispering among themselves.
"What do we do?"
"Beats me."
"We've still got fuel, but we're short on meat. Now what..."
Honestly, Scarecrow, the church's bishop, was scratching his head over this problem too. It was a real headache.
"How much fish do we have left?"
"Enough for twenty full-body reconstructions and a hundred partial-body restorations."
"That's not enough!"
Scarecrow sighed.
"How's the fishing team doing?"
"They're still out at sea in the lifeboats, but I don't think they'll catch much tonight... there was fighting on the water all day too, with cannons banging away. All the bigger fish got scared off. Even if they catch the little fish and shrimp that are left, there won't be much meat."
At last, someone could no longer hold back. He pointed outside the hall and proposed the idea once again.
"The livestock meat we brought from Bagnia is almost gone... but outside, by the woods and in front of our position, aren't there still piles of meat?"
He didn't finish, but his meaning was obvious.
Silence fell over the hall, leaving only the resurrection machines' feeble chugging. The Tech-Priests all turned to look at Scarecrow.
Now Scarecrow had no choice but to seriously consider the proposal. With the decision upon him, he hesitated.
"But using demon meat as resurrection material... won't that cause problems?"
"We'll ask the people being resurrected first. If they're fine with it,