"MA- MAMA- MAMA... Sop... MAMA." Shoyo's anguished cries echoed through the stadium as he dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "MAMA- MAMA... Mama. AHHHHHH AHH. MAMA. MY MAMA."
In the calm and cozy city of Islet, snowflakes were falling to the ground, creating a white blanket all around.
Children were happy, and adults marveled at such a rare occasion.
There was a lively chaos. Street sellers called out their goods, people chattered and fought, and children made noise and played.
People wait in front of their TVs and in shelters for the charity event to start.
Waiting for the seer, their loved hero's grandson, to reveal himself.
Oblivious to the turmoil brewing in the grandiose stadium nearby.
A stadium filled with people yet still gave off the air of death. A massacre that just destroyed and eradicated Marcoos' higher-ups out of existence.
Rohan heaved a deep sigh.
