Lu'an City, the square before the church district, was teeming with people.
The unprecedented battle had been over for two days, yet the city remained enveloped in an unusual atmosphere of fervor. For the citizens of Lu'an City, this marked the first time they had fought with their own hands for the right to see another day. For those who came from various parts of the southern borders, commoners and volunteers alike, this was their first time coming together, regardless of background, status, or the threats of a leader's whip and sword, to act for a grand objective—and today was the day when their actions would bear fruit.
The people gathered in the square, every face filled with enthusiasm and eagerness, their gaze fixed on the front of the platform, where a high stage had been erected, and on that stage were the priests, once so lofty and unapproachable, now tied up.
