"Enough!!!!!!!" the Grand Xor’Vak bellowed, his voice going through the chaos of shouting and accusations like a blade, silencing the chamber as if a switch had been thrown. Every representative, big and small, froze mid-gesture, mid-word, the weight of his voice settled over them. No one dared speak.
The Grand Xor’Vak didn't need to say more. He simply turned his massive head, his gaze locking onto the hologram of the Zelovera leader. A single, almost imperceptible nod. That was it. You. Speak. The message was crystal clear to everyone present. And just as clear was the unspoken addendum: anyone else uttering so much as a syllable without an exceptionally good reason would find themselves, and their entire civilization, learning the true meaning of Xor’Vak’s displeasure.
The Zelovera leader stood calmly and addressed the room, his voice carrying a calm but firm conviction.