Mika scanned the crowd, about a hundred people, men and women alike, their faces pale from cold but their eyes burning with hope.
He crossed his arms and said, "First of all, I'll say that I want to make this as quick and efficient as possible."
The murmurs died down instantly and everyone listened.
"I already checked a moment ago..." He continued. "...and luckily, not even a single person under the snow has died."
The words hit like thunder.
"W-What?! Really"
"Thank goodness!"
"My baby! She's alive!"
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Some people froze in disbelief; others broke into cries of joy, clutching one another.
Mothers wept, fathers shouted in relief, and a few even dropped to their knees, thanking the heavens.
But among them were others—Adrian, Cecilia, and several of the Blessed, who stared at Mika in confusion.
"How...How do you know that?" Cecilia asked softly, her brow furrowing.
Mika didn't answer her directly; he just continued.
