Standing in front of the Federation Building Headquarters, Thoren stood quietly.
It was as if he were waiting for someone.
Behind him, the soldiers maintained solemn expressions. The Federation Building was unlike any other place they had been sent to.
Killing here would be different.
It would not merely be an act of violence, it would be a declaration of war.
Awakener or not, no one stood above the Federation.
Not Thoren. Not anyone.
The sergeant tightened his grip on his weapon, a deep frown etched across his face.
Sweat gathered faintly along his temples, though he remained outwardly composed.
A few feet away, Thoren's parents and Elara wore worried expressions.
"Mother, what is Brother trying to do?" Elara asked, her voice trembling slightly.
She was afraid.
The overwhelming presence of the fully armed guards stationed in front of the Federation Building filled her with dread.
Everyone knew the might of the Federation, and now her brother stood directly against it.
