The atmosphere was filled with tension.
Max and Emily sat in silence, both deep in realization. Their thoughts churned with frustration and helplessness, yet across the large dining table, their fathers continued eating calmly, as if nothing in the world could disturb them.
Their steady movements felt strange and almost unreal compared to the storm inside the two younger ones.
"You don't have to worry about these things," Black finally said, his tone calm. "Max, and Emily, you two. Focus on getting stronger. Develop your skills. When the right time arrives, you will shine."
Max lifted his head, confusion filling his eyes. He still could not understand how his father could be this calm after everything that happened. He opened his mouth to speak, but Emily leaned forward slightly and spoke first.
"Uncle, I don't understand," she said, her voice trembling with frustration. "How can you and Father remain so calm? Do you not feel anger? Do you not feel anything at all?"
