The leader of the Reunion Movement had been swept away.
Swept away by an ancient Drak as easily as one might sweep away a blade of grass.
Yet unexpectedly, the Reunion Movement had not collapsed because of it. Instead, it continued operating in an orderly fashion. Perhaps, like its name suggested, the Reunion Movement was merely an [integration] of scattered forces—a grand alliance.
As the entire continent settled into a frigid state of peace, the Infected easily felt the suffocating oppression. The Reunion Movement and Rhodes Island became two beacons in the world of the Infected.
Far more Infected chose the Reunion Movement than Rhodes Island.
After all, staying rational was far harder than venting one's fury, and radical, extreme slogans were often more appealing.
"The show begins!"
Victoria's capital had been shrouded in storm clouds all year round, but they were swept away, revealing sunlight people had not seen in a long time. Yet no one felt happy about it, because an even greater shadow had fallen. The mobile city of Londinium had stopped moving, because a Drak stood in its path.
Big Ben tolled, and people began to pray.
"Rotten and antiquated. How could the empire where the sun never set have fallen into such a state?"
Bella said this with a look of profound grief, as though she truly had even the slightest attachment to this city.
"According to the information I possess, the two races forged a pact in later years. Both Drak and Aslan may become the sole monarch of this land. This is a domestic matter. Put away the city-defense cannons. I will not harm so much as a blade of grass inside."
With a single sentence, Bella defined the situation and confined it to the matter of domestic affairs. It truly was a