But then—
"Enough!"
The single word cut through the rising storm like a blade, silencing the room instantly.
It came not from the Second Elder, nor the fifth elder, but from...
The First Supreme Elder's Drekanor voice boomed through the chamber like thunder, silencing them all in an instant.
His voice was quiet, aged, and yet carrying a weight that made even the war-hardened veterans among them straighten like chastised children.
He stood up slowly, his presence towering, even though he had just paused his healing of Jarkon. His gaze swept across each elder—cold, disappointed, burning with restrained fury.
"Are you all brain-dead?" he asked, his voice sharp and biting. "Do you even understand what you're saying?"
The elders froze, stunned.
Stunned into silence, they could only stare in disbelief at the First Supreme Elder, shocked by the harshness in his tone.
