The venomous snake lurking in its cave had finally endured the winter, like the blood-red bud lying dormant in Rowell's chest.
Perhaps the Moon King had never intended to harm his own descendants, and had even imagined the day history would judge him... just like that nameless soldier who, amid the ice and snow years ago, came to his senses and turned his gun on Rowell.
Yet when they faced that weighty epic, every one of them softened.
Whether emperors and generals, nameless soldiers, or obscure experts, who did not want to leave a beautiful fairy tale of truth, goodness, and beauty at the end of the story?
And win a good name for themselves.
But once they softened—
Everything was too late.
Bang!
The sudden gunshot stained Mammoth City's festive atmosphere with a trace of sorrow and menace.
The hot-blooded young men once again charged fearlessly to the front, just as their teachers had taught them in class. Whether facing the Wutuo or Lasi, they stood tall all the same.
People surrounded City Hall, demanding an explanation.
Their demands were beyond reproach. They had not even made further demands, such as putting Lasi on trial.
Yet even such mild demands were still fatal to Mammoth Country.
There was no helping it. Responsibility was too concentrated.
There were countless people bound by shared glory and shared ruin, like grasshoppers strung on the same cord.
That meant Mammoth Country could not retreat even a single step before this surging tide. Even the smallest step back would mean a cliff.
If the same thing had happened in the South Sea Alliance, they could simply dismiss Li Minghui.
But this was Mammoth Country.
Once Lasi stepped down, the first to be purged would be the Stormtroopers, followed by his party allies...
It would