"Hide?" Miles took a deep breath. He slowly turned his head to look at the panicked crowd in the stands.
A pair of parents clung desperately to their child, hiding beneath their seats, helplessly watching the chaos around them.
A girl was being trampled repeatedly by the frantic crowd, crying out in pain: "No, no! It hurts so much! Help me!"
Her insides were being crushed, and blood spilled from her mouth.
She couldn't see the pure blue sky, all she could see were dusty feet filling her entire field of vision.
However, among the out-of-control crowd, very few noticed her. Even if someone did see the girl being trampled, they would be unable to prevent the tragedy from unfolding.
At that moment, a familiar voice rang out.
"People of Genosha, I am your Emperor Miles. Look at me, I have not left, I am right here in the main arena of the stadium, standing beside me are your ministers, and your hero, Charles."