Su Ming'an turned off the world broadcast.
"Dawn, let's go." He gazed at the city-state's night scene, quickly averting his gaze.
Just then, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, the image before him shattered like glass, countless voices flooded his ears.
"..."
He gasped heavily, what he saw was no longer the city-state bathed in night, but a battlefield adorned with swords and banners, many corpses stood up and turned to look at him.
These skeletons varied by age and gender. Some were shot in the head by snipers, others had blades pierce their hearts, and more were charred bones, like those burned by artillery fire.
"We died because of you."
Someone's voice rang in his ear:
"Because of your decisions, we couldn't win, our civilization lost to the invaders, it's all your fault."
