"Even they can believe it's the right path."
Louis nodded: "The Northern Territory has never had hope because no one ever told them what the future means. So this time... we will give them a path upward."
Bradley silently performed a salute.
......
The convoy moved slowly through the morning mist.
The carriage wheels rolled over the dirt road, emitting a low "creak" sound.
The wooden boards rattled, and the cold wind seeped through the canvas cracks, making the few youths inside the carriage shiver.
Kosa sat in the front of the carriage, hugging his knees, without saying a word.
His eyes silently watched the scenery ahead until that gray-white contour slowly emerged from the mist.
Red Tide City.
He had heard the name of this city.
From his father's mouth, from Red Tide officials, from those books...
But he never thought the city would be like this.
