Outside the Gate.
It was currently extremely silent. Every gaze remained locked on the conductor's image, flickering across the screens of those watching the broadcast. It's figure bathed beneath the bright lights, basking in them as its mere presence took everyone's attention.
But amidst its overwhelming presence, there was something else.
Something like...
Dread.
An overwhelming feeling of dread.
—H-ha... This situation...
A voice whispered in the broadcast.
—...So far, we have yet to confirm the number of deaths, but... it appears to have already passed the double digits.
Everyone had seen the deaths.
Many of the angles showed the brutal way in which they died.
It was a sickening sight, but one that everyone was accustomed to. This wasn't the first time a broadcast like this had been shown.
