There is a raging sea of people on the central square. Somewhere in the distance, a speaker is shouting at the top of his lungs. His speech,…

There is a raging sea of people on the central square. Somewhere in the distance, a speaker is shouting at the top of his lungs. His speech, amplified by the loudspeakers, carries over the heads of the crowd. “There can be no mercy for the bloody mercenaries of the Boreans, these rotten murderers, spies, saboteurs and pests!” Thousands of voices echo this call.