The chanting in the hall lasted for a long time. However, Philip had a drawn face and had spoken no words. He stood upright on the stage, but a stubborn haze seemed to have clouded over his eyes.
His expression, gaze, and every twitch of his emotion was enlarged and broadcasted on screen. The whole world was tuned in and seemed to have the same questions on their mind. What is wrong with him? Did something happen?
Until the hall quieted down, Philip opened his lips with visible difficulties. "My dearest comrades, friends, and fellow countrymen! Thank you for your constant support and love, they have been my biggest motivators, but today… today…"
He choked on his words. Philip was a hot-blooded general, not known for his sentimentalities, but at that moment, people could see his eyes watering.
He had to surrender and to disappoint the hope people placed on his shoulders. He had to disappoint his men, the soldiers that had died for his cause.
