The sound of continuous tapping on a hard surface resounded through a large hall where close to a hundred men and women ranging from their 20s to their 100s were seated around a large table.
Dozens of holographic screens were projected above the table, attracting the interest of the men and women seated around.
'Did I see correctly?'
A perfectly normal thought popped into Alice Zenovia's mind after she watched the battle between Lincoln Piedra and Michael Fang.
Her fingernails drummed against the table's surface rhythmically until she decided to open the starnet messenger. She opened the chat with Michael and typed a short message.
[Alice Zenovia: Are you a Triple Awakened?]
Her eyes remained glued on the chat for a few minutes until she realized that Michael wouldn't answer her anytime soon.
