Applause, whistles, cheers, and shouts rang across the entire square.
No one directed them.
Nor had anyone incited them.
The surging waves of sound were echoes rising sincerely from the depths of every heart!
They had defeated the wasteland!
They had defeated their former selves!
Every one of them was the dawn that drove away the long night, the rising sun upon the horizon!
"Long live the Alliance!!!"
"Long live the New Era!!"
"To unity!!"
"To the survivors!!!"
"To every one of us!!!"
The resonance stirred by those soul-stirring cries ignited the blood in everyone's heart. Even General McClen, standing in the stands, could not help wanting to join in. Yet, mindful of the political implications, he merely gave a light clap in the end.
Unlike the stiff and formal Eastern Empire officers, most people from the Enterprise had little concern for maintaining an image.
Especially Yichuan, who stood nearby and could not help shouting along with them.
"Awesome—!"
He had learned that word from the players.
Although he had not known what it meant at first, after using it often enough, he gradually came to understand how it was used.
Sims, the ten-thousand-man commander, was politely applauding when he glanced at the man. Without revealing anything, he shifted his gaze slightly and exchanged looks with McClen before speaking in a low voice.
"Isn't he from the Enterprise?"
"They're all like that. There's no need to be surprised."
McClen answered softly. After a brief pause, he added his own opinion.
"Besides, there's nothing wrong with cheering for the New Era. It's good for everyone, including the Velanders... that's just my personal view."
Ignoring the astonished look in Sims's eyes, McClen ended the topic without elaborating further.
In truth, His Majesty Saren might not necessarily care about how they behaved at