He also saw Li Yao at the very front of the crowd.
Li Yao stood there, alone, wearing no armor and carrying no sword.
He simply stood there, watching Li Xing on the high platform.
Li Xing retracted his gaze and began to speak softly.
"More than three hundred years ago, that otherworldly Tentacle tore our world asunder."
In the square, some began to tremble.
"It crushed the World Will, treated us like ants, and seized our homeland…"
Within the crowd, some lowered their heads.
"In these three hundred-odd years, we have lost too many lives, shed too much blood…"
"Our children, from the moment of their birth, have never seen the true sun.
Our elders have died hoping just to see a clear sky one last time.
Of the seeds we plant, only one in ten survives.
When we lie down to sleep, we do not know if we will see the light of morning."
...
In the square, some began to sob.
"For more than three hundred years, we have resisted without ever giving up."
