The Goddess Vessel
Sage Nolan stood to his left, a pillar of ancient stability in the shifting chaos.
Adrien did not raise his hands for silence. He simply stood and waited, his green eyes scanning the crowd, meeting the gaze of his pack-the mothers who had lost sons, the warriors who had lost brothers, the elders who had seen too much. He did not hide his pain. He let it show, a raw, open wound that mirrored their own.
When he finally spoke, his voice did not boom with authority. It was low, clear, and carried a weight that hushed the last remaining whispers.
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