In the Underside, tension filled every corridor.
The air vibrated faintly from the mana-powered screens that lined the hall, all tuned to surface-world channels. Every person gathered, mages, soldiers, and refugees alike, was waiting for the same thing.
The broadcast.
When it finally appeared, a ripple of gasps spread through the crowd.
One of the major broadcasting networks, a station trusted across the entire nation of Alterian, had broken the silence. The screen brightened, and a familiar insignia appeared in the corner.
They were showing it.
The truth.
The footage Alen and his team had risked their lives to record.
At first, there was only the sound of the reporter's voice and the faint hum of static. Then the images appeared, Alen's camera view shaking as he walked down the dark hallways of the Cerebus facility. Cells lined both sides. Inside them were gaunt faces, hollow eyes. People who had been used as experiments.
