Leon felt the hair at the back of his neck rise.
As each second ticked by, his breathing became more labored, and his legs and hands began to twitch.
A deep sense of anxiety started to gawn in his gut.
It felt suffocating.
Paralyzing.
And yet...
'He said that everything will be alright, but is he really taking me seriously?'
Leon shifted his attention toward Julien as he sat next to him, his expression calm while he looked ahead and listened to the conversation that the Emperor was having with one of the reporters.
Everything on the surface appeared calm.
Everyone was focused on the conversation, with seemingly no worries.
No, in fact. A few people appeared restless. In particular, when seeing the Emperor display several images of a blue sky.
Leon noticed that several people grew more interested in the situation, with a wave of murmurs sweeping the hall.
'Could this be true?'
