Absolute Power (2)

"Haha." After a sweet peal of laughter that briefly reverberated as Bathory Erzebeth stood up, these words fell into the ears of those aware of what was happening.

"You don't need to make that kind of face, boy."

The Queen of one of the western sovereignties walked slowly from the seat that she was assigned to, which was about fifty meters from the stage where Chris Meyer currently stood. 

There were essentially only two people who could move around at that time as the red-head royal lady had already separated this place from reality, the effect lasting for an hour or so. This meant that the whole open stadium had become her domain and nobody from the outside, unless they were at the same level as her, would notice the abnormality. 

Chris did not move away from his position. He was but a Level 3 anyway. Wasting time trying to run away from a Level 9 would just be inviting embarrassment from not knowing his own capability.