"Wow..." Robin's eyes flew wide open, his mouth slightly agape as astonishment rippled across his face.
The colossal plaza—built to host the most elite representatives from nearly all the major powers of the Middle Belt—had erupted into noise, urgency, and movement. What was moments ago a dignified gathering was now a simmering storm of tension and speculation.
Dozens of attendees were already leaving their seats in a hurry—not out of disinterest, but with urgent purpose. It was clear they weren't retreating, but instead rushing off to call upon reinforcements, wealth managers, or hidden reserves of treasure.
Others stayed rooted in place, yet instantly activated their control panels, fingers dancing rapidly as they sent out encrypted messages across the middle belt.
