The crowd cheers in a grand cacophony of sound for another incredible goal. From your seat in the stadium, you watch as the points for this Coriolis match move ever closer toward Tsungay's predicted score. He sits in a seat next to you, goggles focused on... surprisingly, not the game. I've got a weird feeling. We should get out of here. A shiver runs down his spines, as he addressed you sharply. Hey moron, I said we need to scram! Get moving already, and hold my popcorn. I need to focus.
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