Comment after comment, video after video, the virality continued to spread.
The momentum snowballed exponentially.
Back in Severia, the authorities were practically foaming at the mouth.
They had lost all face on the global stage.
This was especially true for The Organizing Committee.
Shortly after the opening ceremony concluded, the President of the Severian Organizing Committee dialed directly into the internal executive conference line.
The second the call connected, a torrential wave of furious screaming erupted through the speakers.
"Do any of you have a single working brain cell in your heads?!"
"Who gave you the audacity to execute such a blatant, targeted sabotage at a global event?!"
"Are you completely oblivious to how rapidly Elyndor has developed and how powerful they are now?!"
"If your petty little stunts trigger an international diplomatic crisis, or destroy the credibility of this entire tournament, which one of you is going to take the fall?!"
The President was virtually roaring through the phone.
Desmond Prescott and the other high-ranking officials sat with ashen faces, none of them daring to breathe too loudly.
After all, the catastrophic fallout of the opening ceremony was already playing out right in front of them.
The whole world was watching.
The international backlash was already in full swing.
Trying to pretend nothing happened was no longer a viable option.
And worst of all, the President on the other end of the line was genuinely out for blood.
"Desmond Prescott!"
The President singled him out, his tone turning lethally cold. "Effective immediately, you are suspended from all duties related to this tournament!"
"Hand over all control regarding hospitality, logistics, equipment, and venue security."

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