[Aethel]
[The Grand Colosseum]
The Grand Colosseum was in a state of uproar.
𝘕𝘰—𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥.
It was pandemonium.
The air was saturated with a nauseating fear, as if the world had recoiled from what it had just witnessed. People clung to each other, their faces pale, their hands trembling as they tried to convince themselves that what they had seen had been some kind of cruel illusion, a trick of the Zephyra Illusora.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵.
Even now, the massive projection screens of the Zephyra Illusora flickered unstably, struggling to maintain coherence, as if the laws of reality were rejecting what they had been forced to display. The largest screen of all, the one suspended high above the colosseum, still bore the afterimage of that abominable transformation—𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.
𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬.
𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.
𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.
