The sudden blast had come from somewhere within the event grounds. It wasn't deafening enough for the noise to roll across every corner of the venue, but the sharp tremor in the air was unmistakable for anyone close by. The ground itself had given a faint shiver, enough to set a few loose decorations swaying. Those nearby paused mid-step, glancing toward the source with alarm in their eyes.
Word began to spread quickly, whispers turning to quiet speculation. The story changed with every retelling, but the tone remained the same: something had gone wrong. A small crowd began to form, drawn by the pull of curiosity and the low buzz of conversation.
Raze stood at the window of his room, his gaze fixed in the direction of the disturbance. The sunlight caught the sharp angle of his expression.
It could be nothing, he told himself, though the thought carried little conviction. But knowing who's involved in all this, it's better if I see for myself.
