The polished metallic doors of Chronos's personal warship hissed open, revealing a panorama of tumultuous disarray.
The inner dock of the Halo of Prosperity was awash with a sea of people, their faces twisted in anger, their voices a storm of dissent.
Signs bearing harsh words of rebellion and demand for democracy were held aloft, a riotous tableau of defiance.
Chronos turned to Miko, the gravity of his presence already wrapping around him like a cloak.
His voice softened,
"Have you contacted Prince Media?"
Miko, her face flushed with anxiety, nodded in affirmation, her gaze never leaving the chaotic scene unfolding below.
Nervously, she nodded, her eyes never straying from the sea of turmoil below.
Silently, Chronos swept Miko into his arms, cradling her with a graceful strength.
The sudden close proximity to the prince brought a deeper blush to Miko's cheeks, her heart fluttering in her chest.
