In this moment, Raiden was her very favorite person in the whole world. She clung to him, burying her face in his shoulder, trying to make herself as small as possible while people still tried to grab for her.

Again, there was a waver through the crowd, torn between trying to keep her and listening to the very big Nephilim and for a moment it seemed like Gray and Daman would need to interceded anyway, but even Chaos couldn't completely trump self-preservation, and people fell back. They kept watching, however, and as Raiden moved, they followed, albeit at a slight remove.

"What. Is. Happening?" Arden whispered. "Why are they like this?"