A deafening roar of cheers, like that of a packed stadium moments before the championship match, rolled across the arena as Owen Mylor finally stepped into the stands, craning his neck in search of his assigned seat.
He scanned the crowd casually at first.
Then his eyes landed on something so threateningly impassioned that he couldn't even properly react.
He blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then so rapidly that it was probably a new personal record in his admittedly short life.
Because there, right in the middle of the brightly lit arena where countless spectators had gathered in eager anticipation...
Was a monstrosity.
Owen stared.
His brain slowly began putting together the horrifying implications until, after some admittedly simple calculations, he raised his most pressing issue.
"..."
Wasn't he supposed to be sitting somewhere near that?
He refused to accept it.
Surely he had counted wrong.
Maybe he'd looked at the wrong section.
