The media hub on Rellis Station buzzed with controlled chaos. Purity's latest propaganda push had hit hard—distorted clips of strain incidents looped across every feed, showing people supposedly losing control, minds fracturing under resonance.
"They want you to fear what you are," the voiceovers claimed.
Sabrina stood at the podium during the public address, her posture straight, voice steady. Elizabeth flanked her on one side, Veyra on the other. The crowd was a mix of station officials, journalists, and skeptical community leaders.
"We've all seen the footage," Sabrina said. "Purity edited it to hide the truth. Resonance isn't loss. It's adaptation. Controlled. Stronger." She gestured to the large screens behind her.
Clips played—not the raw strain failures, but coalition examples: coordinated resonance drills where teams moved as one without breaking. The audience shifted, murmurs spreading.
