The return of the Prophets of Gaea - they’re going to be the main antagonists in this arc. And like I mentioned prior, they carry with them certain themes. Such as racism, bigotry, and empty faith.
The courtroom was abuzz with activity as everyone settled into their seats. At the far end of the room atop the judge’s bench sat a pale elderly man in long flowing robes. He looked wise and stern and a little bit long in the tooth. Behind him was the seal of the Federal Judiciary - a scale with a
The defense attorney turned towards the prosecutor next to him, and half-sneered a response. “If these people actually were victims,” he said, “then why didn’t they submit a single report prior to the fact, hm? I would think that anyone would have processed charges the same cycle they were victimiz
“The prosecution may now deliver their opening statement,” said the judge. “Thank you, your honor,” said the lead prosecutor. He stood up and went to the middle of the room, where he looked around at everyone as he spoke. His voice was even and gentle, but also firm. “We are all gathered here thi
“You may step down from the stand,” said the judge solemnly. The well-suited businessman nodded, then stepped down from the witness stand. He was quickly escorted by the bailiff to a door off to the side, who came back only moments later. “Prosecution,” said the judge, “you may call your next witn
“Can you explain the reasons for such a drastic decrease?” The faces of her husband, her family, her farmhands, all of them passed through her mind as she thought about the question. Their smiles, their tears, their sweat - all gone. All that was left was their blood in the soil, and the memories i
“One final question, Mrs Laertidus,” he said. “Without a shadow of a doubt, is there anyone in this courtroom who was part of the attack on your farm. If so, please point to him or her.” Jionna nodded, then pointed directly at Nightmare. “The defendant,” she said, “I watched the defendant attack a
“Now that both the prosecution and defense teams have rested their cases,” said the judge, “they may now present their final arguments. The prosecution may begin with theirs.” The lead prosecutor stood up and cleared his throat before he walked straight towards the jury. “Ladies and gentlemen of t
He sighed deeply and wistfully, as though he was part of some great tragedy that was unfolding. “But that’s all absolutely preposterous,” he said. “I’ve shown you what kind of person he really is. How his childhood was filled with neglect and scorn. How once his mother died, his father spent every