Not to mention that the voice actor was the planner himself. That sense that "everything was under control" made their teeth itch.
The man in the projection spoke, his voice elegant yet begging for a punch:
"Welcome to the theater, everyone. I am Otto. I shall open the celebration. Please enjoy yourselves."
The expected cheers never came.
The air froze in an awkward silence.
"Heh."
Otto's Adam's apple bobbed, and he broke the silence with a light cough.
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
Snap.
That snap was like a fuse.
The darkness was torn apart in an instant.
Above the dome, the silhouette of the Hyperion came soaring through the air.
The massive ship hovered overhead, its engines roaring hard enough to make everyone's chests tremble.
A petite figure stood at the edge of the deck.
Bronya waved to those below, her tone flat yet reassuring:
"Sorry for the wait, everyone."
Before her words had faded, the void shuddered.
The authority of the Herrscher of Reason manifested.
Streams of data frantically reconstructed themselves, forming a heavy motorcycle out of thin air.
A shimmering track extended beneath her feet, circling the venue twice at breakneck speed.
The end of the track led straight to the main stage.
Music abruptly rang out.
The opening of "Cyberangel" shot through their bodies like an electric current.
It was a battle anthem etched into the players' DNA.
In the shadows on the big screen, a twin-tailed silhouette swayed in the wind.
Though the image was dark, the tension was palpable.
The battles in the Sea of Quanta flashed through their minds, along with the moment the silver-haired girl first awakened.
The entire venue erupted.
Shouts drowned out the speakers, waves of sound lifting the roof.
Sister Zhou froze where she stood,