Ty glanced to his side, seeing Yagrid with his arms crossed, and Alexander a few spots down, both standing with a mix of impatience and determination. The unease in the air was thick. His mind wandered, thoughts flickering to his conversation with Waddle, the revelation about Jade. He swallowed hard.
Suddenly, the ground in front of them began to rumble, and Ty blinked, snapping his attention back to the present moment. He watched as the floor itself shifted, giving way to a rising platform. A stage began to emerge, lifting higher, inch by inch, until it finally locked into place. Upon it stood General Omina, flanked by a few others dressed in suits—officials, he presumed, though he didn't recognize their faces.
Ty raised an eyebrow, his lips curling slightly in a bemused smile. "Did they just come out of the ground or something?" he thought to himself, stifling a chuckle. It was like some weird magic show—except, you know, with actual lives at stake.
