When only the faint hum of the holographic star map remained, the Tower Master finally spoke again.
His voice was low, yet it pierced through the heavy air with clarity, carrying a power that seemed to understand the human heart:
"I know what you're worrying about."
His gaze was sharp as a knife, precisely stabbing into the depths of those trying to remain calm.
"Demon's blood... the call of the Abyss... those pervasive chaotic whispers, like maggots on bones."
His words did not avoid anything, directly striking the deepest fears.
"You are more aware than anyone, without the Night Watcher's grace, many of you would have long lost yourselves to the turmoil of that bloodline, becoming puppets of chaos. This bone-deep vigilance is the keystone of your power, and proof of your survival."
His words made everyone's hearts rise.
Sharp Claw's throat moved, Nightingale bit her lip tightly, Rock's knuckles cracked.
Poison Fang's gaze became sharper, Iron Jaw's jaw tightened more.
