[1ST POV INITIALLIZE]
These people were being controlled by the terrorists, but they couldn't see that or simply pretended to ignore this fact.
Their goal was to make people kill each other, and now they had achieved it. I suddenly realized that human nature had always been this wicked all along when the right opportunity represent to them, the false Utopia we had been living just hides it from being too obvious by pretending to be a civilized society.
Then what is the meaning of our life? Just to kill and dominate each other?
I remembered my battle with the Orc demon lord, it seemed like even a powerful being like him was still struggling to even live.
Shit, I shouldn't overthink right now. I must find Scythe and get my revenge, I wouldn't allow Geralt's death to be in vain.
Suddenly, I heard a pleasant voice emanating from the young boy beside me, brimming with genuine concern.
