He always maintained his composure, his trust in their resilience unshaken.
But now, as he called out to Sparrow over the radio without a response, something within him was unraveling.
Why was this different? What was it about Sparrow's silence that caused Vulture to lose his iron grip on control?
The unspoken question hung heavy in the air, and the unease among them deepened as they watched their unyielding leader teeter on the edge of rage and despair.
They all wanted to know what was running through Vulture's mind, but the sheer weight of his fury kept them at bay.
The oppressive tension in the air made their nerves fray, and none of them dared to step closer or ask.
An icy dread crept up their spines, turning their feet numb, while cold sweat trickled down their backs.
The group fell into an uneasy silence, each unwilling to confront the fears that mirrored in the others' eyes.
