[149,542,677. That is 82% of the newer generations, Princess Aerith.]
"...Wow."
Aerith was currently standing on a cliff, her breaths and whispers, not even being allowed to be heard as the voices of others resounded throughout the entirety of New Theran.
Her eyes reflected the entirety of New Theran—its people. Every single one of them gathered in front of her, endlessly moving through the land and skies as they all cheered and talked to each other; most of them were strangers that have just left their home behind for a new one, and yet none of them seemed to shy away or regret their decision.
"Fuck me… I've never seen so many people gathered in one place," Hannah and the others were also standing on the cliff; their eyes, almost overwhelmed by the sea of themarians in front of them, "How did you guys even pull this off in the span of a minute?"
