Hunter stood outside the main hall for three full minutes before calling the meeting. His hands wouldn't stop shaking. Foundation Realm power leaked in small bursts, making the air shimmer with barely controlled killing intent.
This was it. The moment he stopped carrying everything alone. The moment he dragged everyone else into complicity with him.
He took a breath. Steadied himself. Failed at steadying himself. Took another breath.
In his head, this was like watching a corporate board vote on whether to commit fraud. Except instead of fraud it was actual highway robbery, and instead of a board it was people he'd accidentally collected through poor life choices and mandatory missions. His life was a joke and the punchline involved felonies.
"Meeting," Hunter called out, voice steadier than his hands. "Everyone. Main hall. Now. We need to talk about what happens next."
Translation: I need you to help me commit robbery so we don't all die. Come vote on moral bankruptcy.
