(Zeros POV after the crowning of war heroes and declaration of peace treaty)
The celebration ended without a decision.
The people left the plaza carrying different opinions.
Some believed peace was the only way forward.
Others believed humanity had made a mistake by allowing the devils to survive.
The arguments continued even after the crowd had dispersed.
I remained on the rooftop for a while, looking down at the emptying plaza.
The banners were still hanging.
The stage was still standing.
The names of the heroes were still being shouted by people who had never seen the battlefield.
Mia.
Hiro.
Their group.
The Church.
The War Council.
The names of the people who had fought and survived had become symbols.
And the people had chosen what they wanted to believe.
I couldn't really blame them.
After all, humans had always been like this.
They needed heroes.
They needed villains.
They needed a simple explanation for complicated events.
