The light flooding the VIP section revealed everything with brutal clarity.
Wrinkles carved themselves into the goddess's forehead, her eyes narrowing with pure, unfiltered annoyance. Energy began to pour from her body, spilling out like an endless, broken tap. The effect was immediate—sections of Midworld trembled, destabilizing under the pressure of her power.
Concern swept through the VIP section. Captains, overseers—no one was spared. They stared at the goddess as if she were a ticking bomb moments from detonation. They had never seen her like this. In their minds, she was calm by nature, composed, untouchable. What stood before them now shattered that image completely.
Only one thought crossed all their minds at once:
We do not want to be on the receiving end of that anger.
"I think it's finally time I have my say in this."
