"Long live the NAC! Long live the General!"
"HOHOHO!"
"Holy Shield! Holy Shield!"
"...!"
October 1st, eight o'clock in the evening.
Without the interference of a single cloud, the pristine Moon gleamed down onto the streets.
The suddenly lit lights illuminated the center of the stage into daytime and simultaneously, it ignited the enthusiasm of the audience. Cheers and shouts filled the entire circular venue and amplified the hyped atmosphere.
If one could ignore the ruins and wreckages behind them, it was difficult to relate the inside of the stadium with the apocalyptic world after the nuclear war.
The survivors released all the excitement in their hearts with pure roars and loudly declared their final victory to the end of the apocalypse.
Barbarism and civilization coexist, chaos and order coexist. It was the culture unique to the survivors.
