Pop, pop.
It was clearly applause for support, yet it wasn't fierce, intense, enthusiastic, or overwhelming; however, it was precisely this calm applause that contained a resilient and overwhelming force, silently spreading throughout the training base.
One clap, then another.
Thalia looked around with a hint of curiosity, everything was so new.
Watching the game at Arrowhead Stadium on TV, she couldn't help but imagine the scene on-site, the live broadcast could already feel the impact, but the actual situation might exceed imaginations, making the blood boil.
And truly being part of it, Thalia finally understood:
The poverty of imagination.
Relying solely on imagination, one can only depict baseless mirages; but cannot truly feel the roaring heat waves with skin and pores, from sight to hearing to touch and smell, even taste gets involved.
Then, connections are forged between people, standing shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, facing the storm--
