Silent Resolve

The next morning, the Obsidian Roar food hall was unusually quiet. Not completely silent—there was still the soft scrape of utensils against plates, the occasional clink of cups, and the low murmur of parents speaking to their pups—but the usual warmth of breakfast was gone.

No loud laughter. No playful teasing between warriors. No pups racing between tables until an omega gently reminded them to