Hearing those words, the Tenth Ward students achieved the euphoria of parched, cracked earth absorbing its inaugural drop of rain. It was a revelation more triumphant than a plague-ravaged settlement being graced with salvation by the gods.
Following two days spent drowning in sheer panic, they could finally breathe and revel in their empowerment; after all, in merely a day, they would be marching through the streets of the Inner Circle rather than the Energy Crystal Mine.
They resembled brats itching to hit an amusement park with their families, talking non-stop among themselves the march. Some detailed the shops in the Inner Circle, some the avenues, and some the houses, putting the others' intel to the test.
