The music ceases and the atmosphere instantly changes. There is no more laughter and joy, only fear and panic among the civilians. A siren blares in the distance as people scramble about frantically searching for their loved ones. Elah holds his composure and orders Arel and a few others to take charge of rounding up everyone and escorting them to the bunkers. Acera and Sutaura try to help where they can; assisting the old along and rounding up children who have yet to find their parents. Many cry out and voices shout collectively causing a buzz of indiscernible noise.“What’s happened?” one asks.
“Are we under attack?” A lady wails whilst clutching her child tightly to her chest.
“One of the main turrets just blew up!”
“Did you see anything?”
“Where’s my mom?”
Arel takes on a commandi
