A low wave of murmurs spread through the gathered crowd the moment Red finished speaking. It was quiet at first but growing louder as unease settled into their expressions.
Their eyes shifted between one another instead of staying fixed on the man standing above them. Some of them frowned, some of them narrowed their eyes, and a few simply lowered their heads as if already regretting what was coming.
The word "revelation" lingered in their minds, but instead of inspiring confidence, it only deepened the discomfort that had long existed beneath the surface of their presence in this camp.
"What kind of revelation is he talking about?" someone muttered from the middle rows, just loud enough for those nearby to hear.
Another scoffed under his breath. "He's finally lost it."
The whispers spread faster after that, no longer careful or restrained. People leaned closer to each other and spoke in low voices, their tones filled with doubt rather than curiosity.
