Step-Step
The tense, eerie silence of the stadium made it possible for the light and shallow steps of Zyrrak to resound throughout the stadium like beating drums. All eyes turned to him.
Unlike his usual confident stride, there was something unmistakably different about him today. His golden skin, once radiant and proud, seemed to have lost its luster under the harsh light.
With his shoulders hunched, he walked toward the mic, his eyes, dull and distant, unlike his usual energy-filled gaze.
Many among the students in the stadium, who had once been in awe of him, stared at him with disdain, rage, disgust, and fear. They had no sympathy for him.