"Enough!"
Father Black's voice cracked through the uproar like thunder. The weight of it carried more than authority—it carried finality. Crusher, who had half-risen with his hammer clenched white-knuckled, froze mid-motion. Slowly, he lowered himself back into his place, his jaw tight but silent.
A hush fell over the chamber. Even the air seemed to still. All eyes turned to the Regent of the Lenny family.
"This is not the time for us to tear at one another," Father Black said, his voice even, yet ringing with steel. "Our enemy is not in this room. Our enemy… is Lucifer. Remember that before we waste strength fighting amongst ourselves."
The silence held for a long moment, broken only when Kanada's voice rippled through the hall. Smooth, deliberate.
