[Aethel]
[The Grand Colosseum]
The Grand Colosseum was in a state of uproar.
๐๐ฐโ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ.
It was pandemonium.
The air was saturated with a nauseating fear, as if the world had recoiled from what it had just witnessed. People clung to each other, their faces pale, their hands trembling as they tried to convince themselves that what they had seen had been some kind of cruel illusion, a trick of the Zephyra Illusora.
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต.
Even now, the massive projection screens of the Zephyra Illusora flickered unstably, struggling to maintain coherence, as if the laws of reality were rejecting what they had been forced to display. The largest screen of all, the one suspended high above the colosseum, still bore the afterimage of that abominable transformationโ๐ข ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐น๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ.
๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ.
๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ.
๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ.
