We didn't leave that night.
For once, even I knew when to stop pushing things.
Too many moving parts. Too many people. Too many egos that could accidentally collide if we rushed it.
So we stayed.
Black Vultures felt… full again. Loud. Alive. Like something was building under the surface and everyone could feel it, even if they didn't know what exactly was about to happen.
And the next day?
Yeah.
We didn't walk into the tower.
We arrived.
Callian didn't dress down.
Not even a little.
Cape. Crown. Formal attire like he was about to sit on a throne instead of stepping into a system that would label him as Level 1 like the rest of us.
I glanced at him once.
"…You're really committing to that?"
He adjusted his sleeve, completely unfazed. "Authority is recognized before it is questioned."
Right.
So this was a power move.
Noted.
Kael leaned toward me slightly. "He's going to scare people."
"…Good," I muttered. "Less idiots trying their luck."
