Henry's eyes widened.
"What do you mean, turn back?"
The martial artist didn't even blink.
"The shelter is full," he said flatly. "The automated system won't allow the gates to close if more people enter."
For a second, there was silence.
Then it exploded.
"What kind of nonsense is that?!"
"You're joking, right?!"
"Are you going to let us die out here?!"
Voices rose and panic spread like wildfire. People surged forward again, desperation twisting their faces.
Henry felt the pressure from behind instantly.
Bodies slammed into him.
The same chaos as before, only worse.
The martial artist's aura flared.
A heavy, suffocating pressure crashed down on the crowd.
"Enough."
One word.
But it hit like a hammer and the noise died.
Not completely but enough.
"That is why I'm giving you a chance," the man continued coldly. "Leave. Now. Find somewhere to hide before the monsters arrive.
The crowd froze at the verdict.
