The crowd was impressively big and impressively dense, filled with hybrids and members of all six races that swarmed around with severe and grave expressions. The press mobilized their equipment like they were snipers on the prowl, waiting for their prey to fall.
The air was tense.
The atmosphere was electric with peril and uncertainty.
The mood was charged with negativity, despite the bright light of the late morning sky, as the sense of anticipation only grew.
Before the press, past the manned barrier was a giant podium with a small speaker's stand placed at its very center. Behind it was the local city council building, armed with more security than usual and with several layers of protection and restrictions than normal.
Rui's eyes sharpened as his attention remained fixed on the entrance.
"Here she comes."
The noise of the crowd only grew louder as two pathwalker bodyguards emerged from within the building with incredibly heavy presences.
