"You're right, Eleanor. News travels at its own pace. But if certain people—from more than one faction—want that news to spread 'faster,' 'even faster,' wanting it to sweep across the land like a wildfire, then it can burn its way into every corner with unnatural speed."
He paused for a moment, as if lost in memory. "Ten years ago, when the Deep Red Tide crisis erupted, the panic spread with abnormal speed as well. That wasn't just because the disaster itself was terrifying. It was because... some people needed panic. They needed chaos. They needed the old order to crack."
"This time is merely history repeating itself. For certain people and certain powers, the upheaval in the Holy City isn't a disaster to be covered up. It's a golden 'signal,' a 'chance' to brazenly tear off their masks and quicken their pace. They've carefully packaged this signal and are spreading it at top speed through the many channels of influence they control."
