Chương 23: Visualize this

Tahiti, or should I say, Dmitri, met my eyes from within the crowd and gave me a small nod. In the next instant, he raised his hand and a burst of fire shot up to the sky. The Grade 4 Spell Flare, a simple spell that is commonly used as a signal.

The surrounding crowd, seeing their own oppressed selves in the small flame resisting against the rain, broke into a loud cheer. Before coming here, I had made my way to the telegraph line in Kifestein. The soldiers were supposed to contact the capital in a state of emergency using the telegraph. I reached the place with a Kifestein official, but it was being guarded by more of the masked men.

I told the soldier that I will distract the masked men and that he should use the opportunity to send an emergency signal to the capital. The flare just now was a signal from Tahiti to every anarchist in the town to leave their posts. The official must be in awe of my heroic sacrifice by now.

What were the masked men up to, you ask? Visualize this. A war is started in a great city for the flimsy purpose of making society lawless. Even if everyone is armed, a group of no-names that haven't remotely seen a war could never stand up against the might of the country.

They will be caught and punished. Even if their purpose is noble, as long as they assume a collective identity, sentencing them and swaying the public opinion wouldn't be difficult at all. In such a situation, what should this group do to remain alive?

A revolution was being ignited by Tahiti in front of me. A completely new team was going to join this two-sided war in Kifestein.

"Ivan, it seems the masked guys are retreating. The crowd here is also increasing," Nea remarked. How very insightful.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"It seems they have realized there is no chance of winning. They are blending in with the public... If this revolution is also being incited by the same person who is leading the anarchists, then I must say, they are quite terrifying."

I chuckled at her words. Indeed, the masked group was doing exactly as she said. The country might punish a group of citizens, but an entire city? Even if it's just the vocal 20% of the populace, can a country truly go against their demands? One might argue that it can and they might be correct. But the same couldn't be said for Zakall.

A country that has gone through a democratic revolution barely 20 years ago, the only country in the world that is being ruled by its people. Can such a country dare to go against the wishes of its people? No! Not this one! In this situation, as long as they give up on their goal, the anarchists can all survive if they join the people here.

The crowd kept chanting about better working conditions and the bridge between the very poor in a long routine as more and more people joined the group.

"We will not work in such factories!"

"Our children are dying of hunger!!"

"Yes! My people! We will fight for our lives! For our children! Lock down the city! We won't stop until our demands are met!!"

Tahiti's voice resounded before the surrounding people broke into another loud cheer.

"Lockdown... I think we should leave now..." I said to my companion.

"Yes, you are correct. It will be impossible to escape once the spell kicks in," she replied.

"You got it."

"Do you have any plans? It will take forever to walk all the way to the exit."

"Haha, why don't you go get our luggage and I'll meet you outside the hotel?"

Nea gave me a slight smirk before waving her hand and walking away. It was time to leave this city.

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