The great Pagona.
Once the symbol of harmony in diversity had turned into a state marred by chaos and death.
On the surface, the Concord was united in the fight to suppress the extremists, but in truth, each faction was busy protecting its own interests.
Now, Concordia had been surrounded by the extremists, and they were still fighting over the meagre resources they had left. At the center of it all was Hindd.
He no longer had the will or the power to fight. He had tried to maintain a symbolic peace between the factions, only to fail repeatedly. By now, he had given up on everything.
The extremists could have had his head for all he cared.
After all, the extremists were now the overlords of the continent. Only a fool would say otherwise, but as his gaze fell over the chaotic room, he realized they had indeed been the fools all this time.
Seventy-three battles.
