The tension in the meeting room was suffocating. And a deafening silence filled the room.
"We need a plan," Ryan said, breaking the heavy silence. His good hand drummed anxiously against the table. "We can't just wait for the titan to arrive and hope for the best."
"What kind of plan?" Aria asked, frustration evident in her voice, "We don't even know anything about the tournament yet"
Just then
The door burst open.
A young man—barely more than a teenager—stumbled into the room, breathing hard. His eyes were wild with panic and disbelief.
"The screens!" he gasped. "Every screen in the city—they're all showing the same thing!"
Akhil was on his feet instantly. "What are they showing?"
"You need to see it," the young man panted. "All of you. Right now."
