D – 3
Even more people had gathered around the island.
The atmosphere was heating up. Journalists from all over the world had started to cover the situation at the gate.
Central Times — [The rise of a potential S-Ranked Gate?]
Sun Daily — [The disaster of Malovia Island. Evacuations have already started. Will the residents be able to return, or will this island be abandoned?]
GateNews — [Who to watch out for in the uping gate? Which Guilds to watch out for, and the potential Dark Horses]
A new headline appeared every day.
Each headline growing more and more somber in tone.
"This is ridiculous."
So much so that even the Section Chief found it to be ridiculous.
"The situation isn’t as bad as they make it out to be. It’s not like we haven’t cleared an ranked gate garnered national headlines.
This was the first time.
People from all over the world were tuning in for the uping expedition.
"The gate will be televised and streamed for everyone present. After checking with the scouts, we’ve been able to determine a connection. The broadcast will also be entirely safe. No effect will be transmitted through the stream."
A young female reporter stood before the large opera house within Zone 2.
Holding onto a microphone, she turned back. The entire place was sealed by yellow lines, and standing within the lines were agents all dressed in black.
The place was guarded with incredible security.
"...Many of you may not feel it, but look."
The reporter raised her hand and pulled down her sleeve to show her hand. The camera zoomed in, displaying her hair. They were all raised.
The camera moved out.
"I’ve visited and reported many gates in my life, but.."
Turning back, the reporter’s face turned grim.
"This is the very first time I’ve ever felt like this."
Her voice lowered.
"Dread. Absolute dread."
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