(7 Days After Juxta's Fall, Planet Tithia, Veyr's POV)
The atmosphere inside the Tithia Civil Hall was heavy and silent, a stillness that weighed upon every soul present.
The tall, stone-walled chamber that once echoed with debates and policy now felt like a tomb, filled only with the sound of shallow breaths and anxious hearts.
Veyr sat at the head of the long table, his black eyes reflecting the dim light of the mana lamps above, as around him stood the local elders of Tithia, the ones who had not yet been evacuated for they did not fall into Leo's phase one of evacuation.
However, while they stayed back, half the planet's population was already gone, having been either successfully transported into the Time-Stilled World or having fled to neutral territories using what little money they had.
But even so, billions still remained.
Billions who looked towards Veyr for salvation, though they understood in their hearts that he couldn't save them all.
*Creek*
