Two days later.
5:30 pm.
The Great Arena, Central City.
Plane Woede.
Candice peeped through the crack of the door.
She had opened it just a tiny fraction, so she could see into the vast corridor. This place was the size of a standard Olympic stadium. It could seat a total of a hundred thousand people.
She was the item for the great gathering, yet she was confined to a tiny change room, in the enclave of the small outpost that marked the stadium's back office. A small provision of rooms was where all the operations were carried out backstage, before showing it to the public.
Where was Wayne?
She gritted her teeth in anxiety as she felt the pressure settle in. It was nerve-wracking, pulse palpitating, and teeth clattering.
Her stomach was knotted tight while her heart was racing. Sh
