"We've mourned our dead…" Talon's voice rang clear, carrying across the quiet square. "But mourning is not the end."
He stepped forward, eyes burning with conviction.
"This is far from over—and we will not let what happened to our officers be swept aside like it meant nothing." His tone sharpened, each word landing heavy with weight. "They may have been ordinary men—no magic, no aura star—but they were the foundation of law and order in Iron Hearth. They were what stood between this city and complete chaos."
He drew in a breath. "Now, Iron Shield has crossed a line. They didn't just kill officers—they attacked the very heart of the justice system. And for that…"
His hand clenched into a fist.
"We have no choice but to eradicate every last one of them."
A ripple went through the crowd—some gasped, others stiffened. But no one laughed. No one doubted he meant every word.
Still… it wasn't enough.
