"What the hell are you waiting for? Go now!"
The Old Patriarch's roar was not merely loud; it was laced with a visceral, jagged edge of fury that vibrated through the very stones of the wall.
The sound jolted the hesitant Elders awake like a bucket of ice water. The air around the Patriarch seemed to distort with his rising spiritual pressure, making it clear that his patience had reached its absolute limit.
'Yes… the situation is far more dangerous than we initially thought…' This singular, chilling realisation flashed through the minds of everyone present at the exact same moment. They looked at the Patriarch's enraged face and saw something beyond simple anger—they saw a man who was looking at a horizon they couldn't yet see.
