Jessica's question fell like a blade over everyone present.
Silence.
Heavy.
Suffocating.
The words echoed in the ears of every high-ranking official… including the President of the Republic of Arcania.
For a moment—
No one spoke.
Confusion spread across their faces.
They glanced at each other.
Hesitant.
Afraid.
Then—
One by one—
Their gazes shifted.
Toward the President.
An old man in his fifties, his once-proud posture now slightly hunched under pressure. His neatly combed grey hair and formal attire could not hide the fear creeping into his expression.
Seeing all eyes on him—
He snapped.
"What the hell are you all looking at me for?!" he shouted, his voice cracking slightly.
Jessica didn't even blink.
Her cold voice cut through the air.
"You are wasting my precious time."
A pause.
"I'll give you thirty seconds."
The moment those words left her mouth—
The atmosphere changed.
Darkness.
It spread slowly around her feet.
Then outward.
