What profession in the world runs the fastest?
Journalists, of course!
Especially when they catch the scent of explosive news. They move as if they've been possessed by Usain Bolt.
WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH.
They swarm the scene in an instant, setting up a forest of microphones emblazoned with various logos that resembles an arsenal of long rifles and short cannons. Then they aim their cameras and click away relentlessly, not the least bit concerned by how terrifying Shatana's hollow eye sockets were.
"Your Highness Shatana, may I ask if it was the State Preceptor who personally gouged out your eyes?"
"Did the State Preceptor truly abandon you for another before marrying our Central Earth princess?"
"What, exactly, do you have to say about the State Preceptor's actions?"
"How are you feeling right now..."
