Lance stood in the penthouse of the hotel, looking through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows at the city where police cars and carriages constantly roared past, and the running policemen, barely sensing a trace of tension in the air.
"A portion of refugees have already gathered outside the city, and the few roads into the city have been controlled by the police, allowing only exits, not entries."
Madol stood behind Lance, reporting the situation outside.
Although he was Lance's personal bodyguard, he also took on some responsibility for directing operations.
Lance brought so many people here, partly for his own safety.
On the other hand, it was also to make the situation even more chaotic.
"Has the military joined?", Lance asked without turning his head.
"Not yet."
Lance said nothing, merely continued to stare at the distant horizon, at the place where the city met the wilderness.
