Under the gaze of thousands of survivors in Tianshu Square, the image on the light screen switched to a popular forum post.
Line after line of eye-catching headlines, shocking screenshots taken from the video, and the explosively rising comment count all assaulted their nerves.
[North American War Zone pinned post: Divine Miracle! Holy Spirit Roderick purifies a hundred miles with a single thought! The Jealousy Legion is utterly routed!]
[Global Forum hot topic: We want a Faith Lighthouse too! We beg Boss Roderick to open immigration!]
Season Star's voice rang out at just the right moment, devoid of any emotion, as though she were reading an objective report.
"What you're seeing is the truth. A truth chosen and created by the survivors of North America themselves."
She raised a hand and pointed at Roderick's back on the light screen, then at the players fighting bravely atop the city wall.
"Their leader gave the finest equipment to those who needed it most. Their people gave their purest trust to their leader. And so, hope was born, and a divine miracle descended."
"And what about you?"
Season Star's gaze swept across the crowd below. Everyone who met her eyes lowered their heads instinctively, their faces burning with shame.
"Your leader, Richard, chose in his despair to sacrifice every one of you in exchange for the faint favor of a god. And you? You meekly accepted your fate, handed your lives over to him, and waited to be slaughtered."
Her words were the sharpest of knives, carving into the hearts of every survivor again and again. They were bloody, yet impossible to refute.
Among the crowd stood a tall man wearing a fairly well-made suit of armor. He had once been Richard's Guard Captain.
His face flushed red. Finally unable to hold back,