An air of reluctant yet excited anticipation permeated throughout the vast courtroom. The grandeur of the setting was similar to that of a wealthy church but for the ominous raised seat that was patiently awaiting the arrival of the judge. The shrieks of terror that had rung out around the high-ceilinged room after the demise of the security guards had faded out as the high-pitched offenders were rapidly escorted from the room, and now the soft buzz of voices was akin to the hiss of waves crashing across a beach at high tide, punctuated every few seconds by a snort and bellow of rage as the spectators tossed insults back and forth like a game of verbal volleyball. Beneath it all were the small sounds of Melatron sniffing and gagging, trying to compose himself after the onslaught of communi
