Nova shook his head. The migraine wasn't sharp anymore, but still was there, and just the faint feeling of the migraine was enough for him to try to reboot himself.
He rubbed his forehead, closing his eyes, then swiftly opened them, trying to push the migraine away. Around him, his team gathered in their corner of the spectator box.
Elesch's hand brushed his arm, steady and trying to keep him grounded. Adam's claws flickered in and out, his nervousness apparent in his motion and face. Zane was pacing slowly in tight circles, while Michael leaned on the railing, staring out like he could freeze the nerves out of the air.
