A heavy, uneasy silence steeled over the room, the weight of Evan's wrath still palpable. The air felt colder, heavier, as though time itself had paused in anticipation.
The splintered tables and shattered furniture lay strewn across the floor, a haunting reminder of the raw power they had just witnessed.
Roy was the one to finally break the silence. His voice was steady, though edged with tension as he dared to confront Evan directly.
Seeing this, the other family heads muttered under their breath, their tone defensive, "We weren't the only ones who followed the federation, your father's family did the same."
Roy ignored the comment, and his focus was fixed on Evan. "Evan, tell me, what do you want?" His tone carried a mix of curiosity and concern. "If you reject the Federation, does this mean another war for domination? Let's set aside the possibility of winning or losing for a moment—what do you intend to do if you win?"
