At this moment, Lutèce was in an extremely delicate and eerie state.
On the surface, it seemed just a bit more desolate, with more military police on the streets, and no other noticeable changes. However, even ordinary citizens had begun to sense the undercurrents churning beneath the calm facade; how could those well-informed bigwigs fail to notice the low pressure in the air that was growing more threatening by the second?
