Border of the State of Mirage
Tension had reached its breaking point.
Disorganized clusters of people kept forming and dissolving along the border line, swelling like restless tides. Shouts erupted without warning. Arguments flared between frontier soldiers and candidates, the latter demanding immediate entry onto Mirage territory.
"Behind us, thousands of people are already dying of hunger! Our supplies are gone! If you refuse to let us in, then at least give us something to eat!"
"Are you serious? Calamities are hunting us, and you'd rather let us rot here? That's your answer?!"
"Enough! I'm done with this damn exam! I never signed up for this!"
The demands were anything but unified.
