Chapter 174

Third Person's POV

"Miss Sivya," he said, holding up a WolfComm device, its screen still glowing, "I received this message this morning. I believe the audience has the right to see it."

Murmurs rippled through the hall. The man swiped the screen open, projecting the message so that the nearby journalists and charity patrons could glimpse the jagged words. The reporter then walked forward, extendin