The silence in the room stretched long after David's words had settled into the air, heavy with implications none of them had expected. Salomonis, his golden eyes narrowed slightly, leaned forward in his chair, fingers steepled together as he gazed at David. His usually calm demeanor was shaken, the weight of the revelation clashing with the shrewdness that defined him.
He opened his mouth, but paused, seemingly struggling to find the right words. Finally, his voice broke the quiet, soft yet laden with genuine curiosity. "David," he began, his tone taking on a reflective quality. "Tell me, were you... contacted by a higher power? Some sovereign, or perhaps a force greater than yourself, to be a hero of sorts? Or do you feel compelled to bear this burden on your own?"
