Right then, a violent shift rocked the room.
Everyone felt it, a crushing, suffocating weight as his divine will descended forcefully into the vessel. The previous lazy, detached demeanor of the vessel evaporated in a heartbeat. Björn was here.
An absolute, deafening silence blanketed the hall. Björn didn't speak, and nobody else dared to. The tension in the air was so thick it was palpable, every single person in the room holding their breath, paralyzed by the sheer gravity of his presence.
Björn's gaze swept across the table, locking onto each of them in turn.
"You all have grown bold after all these years," Björn said, his voice echoing with a terrifying resonance that rattled their bones. "Acquiring a bit of power... power that makes you think my words can be ignored."
There was no anger in his tone, it was entirely calm, and that unsettled them even more.
