Chapter POV: Liv Ivaldi
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My blood boiled at the sight before my eyes. While my people were being starved to the point of insanity, the Japanese were living like kings.
I knew I could not blame them for the misfortunes of the North, but I could not help it. Unlike the misery of my homeland, no undead roamed these lands. Yet such good fortune went unnoticed by those who experienced it.
They didn't have to fight. They did not have to die. The world of the Reapers and the humans even remained separated. Why did my people have to rot and bleed just to survive when they were those who lived in peace all over the world?
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I yelled, channeling all my anger and frustration.
The Sirens and I rampaged through a land called Japan.
