The atmosphere inside the hall underwent a complete transformation.
Only moments ago, the guests had been smiling, applauding, and discussing the brilliance of Ashenlocke's younger generation.
Now those same faces were filled with confusion, shock, and uncertainty.
The cheerful mood that had dominated the unveiling party vanished almost instantly.
Many of the non-Alchemist guests instinctively moved closer to their personal guards, while some nobles even grabbed the sleeves of their protectors without realizing it.
They weren't afraid of Ezra specifically.
They were afraid of what the situation could become.
An event attended by Elders, powerful Alchemists, and important nobles suddenly being interrupted by a boy claiming treason?
That was enough to make anyone nervous.
The combat Alchemists and non-combat Alchemists present reacted differently.
Instead of fear, curiosity filled their eyes.
Some narrowed their eyes.
Some leaned forward in their seats.
