As the carriage travelled across the city, the squad gaped on morbidly. Everything they assumed might happen never included this disaster unfolding right here.
The hollers of "impeach the emperor" and "the people need answers," reverberated through the community. All men, women and children raised burning imperial flags in the sky, shrouding buildings with baleful smoke.
Most protesters took 'peaceful' means to voice out their displeasures. The exceptions, however, took the far end of the spectrum.
Poison-filled explosions, energy-charged water tides, and artificial landslides- the rioters displayed their nefarious abilities, using it as a craft of destruction. Their mentality being, "If nothing changes, then I will be that change."
And with the way things appeared, this disaster did not come today, and would not end anytime soon.
Alistair grabbed his necklace and clamped it, happy adventures and familiar missions would not be happening it seems.
