For a moment, we pull out of the dark depths of the undersea,

as you on an ancient druid bear, taking the form of a whale,

travel to a Leviathan above the surface, at the whole of the world,

chants, shouts.

Freedom, not force.

Freedom, not force.

Absolute justice will unite us.

Absolute justice will unite us.

Crowds gathering in the streets of every port town in all port.

Protesters gather in the Golden Circa market.

They shout at raft as much as they shout at each other.

These two groups of people split by a line, rows of soldiers,

some who frantically try to keep the peace, others just waiting for a chance

to release their own inner aggression.

A third quieter group peers from the safety of their homes and wonders when this will

pass as all things are bound to do.

Some issues, however, never pass, but are forgotten or ignored.

The glow of her horn is dimmed by the dark skies and black rain.

A man punches another.

Emotions and tensions escalate.

Kira swoops in between them, her voice booming by thaumaturgy.

Relax!

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