"I do not support Soloman. I support the women of the Emperor of War!" Voices echoed from Durwad.
"I do not support Soloman. I support the women of the Emperor of War!"
And then, from Centuria, the voice began to spread in waves, radiating toward all directions.
In just a few short breaths, the sound reverberated across the entire territory of Darsia. It was not the voice of one person, but of 140 million people, all of them crying out in devotion, their voices hoarse and filled with power, like fireflies gathering together, the light blazing and shaking the heavens, the earth trembling beneath their feet.
Wilda could no longer hold herself back. Tears streamed down her face as she looked down at the plaque of Remus. Her voice trembled, "Can you see this? Can you hear this?"
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