"This is really...exaggerated."
Exaggerated?
Well, for her, perhaps it was. For everyone else, the only appropriate descriptions would be words filled with a grand sense of spectacle such as "magnificent," "astounding," and "jaw-dropping."
Given that it was a temporary train station hastily constructed within a month, it hardly compared to the modern and artistically-inspired major stations of Lutèce, let alone the train stations of medium and small cities, which seemed more presentable than this wooden platform. Yet at this moment, the tens of thousands of people gathered around this simple platform formed an overwhelming backdrop.
These were no ordinary civilians; they were soldiers who had experienced the slaughter of the battlefield. The aura and heat they radiated were much more intense than that of ordinary people, exponentially so when massed together. The tens of thousands gathered at the station could rival the crowd that had seen them off.
