"...Last night, riots broke out in the northwestern urban district. Two armed insurgents seized the broadcasting station building during the shift change, attempting to incite rebellion and overthrow Marshal Julius's rule..."
"The situation is now basically under control. The insurgents have been eliminated."
Ayrman had kept watch beside the radio all night. He had not slept even when the next day's sun rose outside his window, only to be met with such a perfunctory conclusion.
The garrison at Evernight Harbor had first used anti-aircraft guns and rain shells to bring down the clouds overhead. When they found they still could not control the situation, they immediately handed command over to the frontline combat units stationed in the port district.
It was said that Governor Yahui had personally issued the order, and it was also the Evernight Harbor authorities' shameful betrayal of the local residents.
After the 40th Mechanized Corps and the 60th Armored Corps rushed from the port district to reinforce the area, they immediately launched an armed crackdown upon reaching the northwestern district.
Although the port district command radio claimed that they had merely fired warning shots over the crowd's heads, privately operated radio stations claimed that the streets were running with blood.
That place was only ten kilometers from his home, a drive of barely twenty minutes.
Ayrman's emotions were a tangled mess. It felt as though a stone weighed upon his chest. He wanted to say something, yet could not find the words.
The sun still rose as usual, but Evernight Harbor's long night had already descended.
And not just upon Evernight Harbor.
Things that had once needed to be concealed no longer had to be hidden. Those enraged by the deaths of their compatriots showed no mercy when they pulled the trigger on those same compatriots.