More voices joined the chorus of complaint, turning the celebration into something uglier. Players who'd been grateful for protection moments before now demanded explanation for why they'd been excluded.
Human nature at its finest.
Arthur's expression darkened
Time to end this nonsense.
Arthur's spatial aura flared, reality itself seeming to recoil from his rising anger. The temperature in the plaza dropped several degrees as his presence expanded.
Ungrateful fools.
"Enough."
His voice cut through the complaints like a blade through silk. The single word carried such authority that several players who were shouting instinctively stepped backwards with fear in their eyes.
They have no idea what they're dealing with.
"Let me make something crystal clear," Arthur continued, his tone dropping to dangerous quiet.
"Jasmine owes none of you anything. She has no obligation to protect ungrateful whelps who think power should be handed to them."
