"Protest against the World Government, denounce the countless atrocities committed by the World Government!"
The ragged old man splayed his fingers wide, shouting at the top of his lungs.
He looked disheveled, his skin shriveled like bark, resembling a vagabond who emerged from nowhere compared to the formally dressed citizens on the square.
"Hold him down!"
The security guards, realizing the situation, rushed forward and pinned the old man to the ground.
"Wake up, children, take a good look, does this scene truly seem as glorious to you as you think?"
The old man's dirty face was pressed against the cold ground, but his cloudy eyes seemed to regain a certain brightness, struggling more excitedly.
"All I see is endless war and ruins!"
In his eyes, Memorial Square was on fire, all structures consumed by flames, people danced in the fire, flailing and struggling!
It was not joyful cheers, but agonizing wails from being burned and eroded!
