Whispers buzzed through the crowd, filled with intrigue and wonder for the audacity and grandeur of Lyrian's dream. There were also words of confusion and even some of hate.
"What is he talking about?"
One kid said amongst his group of friends, in disbelief.
"Does he not know what the implications of that are? What's he trying to do? Wage war on the world? Pfft!"
A bit farther away, the boy with black and red hair sat up from his relaxed position.
"Did he say... he wants to rule not only the kingdoms, or even the Mortal Plains, but the entire world? How fucking stupid. Tell me what this clown did to get on stage..."
One of the teachers on stage walked up to Julius, a serious expression dawning on his face.
"Sir..."
He said, gesturing toward a magic camera to the side of the stadium with his eyes.
"He has just broadcasted that across the world. Across... even the Elven region."
