Lue dragged Eve to a corner and told her everything she heard from the senior.
"What?" she yelled in a whisper. "That's not possible."
"But we couldn't find any senior from the sector, can we?" Lue looked at her with fear in her eyes.
Eve didn't say anything, she pondered on it while her eyes desperately searched for the seniors, who came from Vistancia last year.
Beric tapped on Lue's shoulder. She flinched at his sudden appearance.
"What are you guys discussing so secretly in the corner?"
"Beric..." Lue said slowly.
The middle-aged man stood tall near the podium, his face obscured by a striking mask that hid his true identity, stepped up to the podium, and the hush that had fallen over the crowd was almost palpable. He adjusted the microphone, his fingers shaking slightly with nervous energy. He took a deep breath and began to speak, his voice ringing out with a clarity that seemed to cut through the silence like a knife.