A million had risen, a million had fallen. Like a swarm of festering cockroaches humanity had survived nuclear holocausts and famines. Survived through supernatural peril, even.
The night cloaked the city of Balamb like a conspirational veil of beauty. Though peace was declared throughout the world, the humanity machine was still malfunctioning through internal deficits. Though Laguna isn't one to say it, drug trafficking in the Balamb suburbs has risen three-fold. Malnourished foetuses of aborted lives were sold to epileptic scientists producing an awe-inspiring defection.
But what is the danger of this? If a small group of warriors can defeat an otherworldly presence of omnipotent destruction, surely this disease can be cured.
For her power and knowledge, Ultimecia made a grand mistake. The easiest way to dissemble a tower of cards is to remove the bottom layer. If Ultimecia had succeeded in killing the highest order of the world, she may have scarred man, but if she had removed the lowest echelon, she could have done anything.
This is why if Balamb Garden as a collective wants to remedy a stockpiling plague, it must, for once, use mind over magic and muscle.