Meng Chao knew he could not let tens of millions of Dragon City Citizens wallow in confusion and anxiety for too long.
The fire had already burned fiercely enough. Now it was time to rein it in.
"I know that everyone must have many doubts and differing opinions about what I just said."
Meng Chao said, "Over the next ten minutes, I will briefly recount what I saw and heard during my year and more in Turanze.
"I believe that once everyone learns more about Turan Civilization, and indeed about the entire Otherworld, you will be able to make a more correct choice for Dragon City's future.
"Believe me. Although I have just brought you a series of shocking revelations, Dragon City Civilization still has hope—precisely because we still have a future, I must tell you the truth, every last detail of it. And I believe every person of Dragon City, every Dragon City citizen who has endured countless hardships and calamities yet remains filled with courage and faith, can take this cruel truth as their starting point and pursue a brighter future!"
Meng Chao began recounting his experiences over the past year.
He started from the deepest darkness of the Blood Skull Arena.
He spoke of the Turan warriors' brutal training and deadly elimination of the Ratfolk Servant Soldiers.
He spoke of the Turan People's unique culture of taking pleasure in battle and glory in death.
He spoke of cities that, at first glance, still seemed trapped in the dilapidated clan era, yet concealed extraordinary technologies beyond the reach of even twenty-second-century Earthlings.
He spoke of Totem Armor—high-tech equipment painstakingly developed by the Ancient Turan People, originally intended to ensure that their descendants could still survive in the perilous Otherworld even as technology continually regressed.
Yet the ancestors' legacy