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The depression of the crowd was beyond its peak on the tenth day.
Though Number 46 had said they could relax and chill after they had destroyed the number tags none of them could take a load off. The anxiety that hung heavily in the air was getting denser and denser as if it could crush them whole with its sheer mass.
There was no backing out now.
Almost every few seconds, somebody asked Harry about the absorption rate ranking. Harry gave the same answer each time yet it did little to pacify their anxiety. Instead, it acted more like a temporal comfort; they could only relax for a brief moment.