The grand hall echoed with a heavy silence, the tension thick enough to cut through.
The room, bathed in a faint golden glow from Adam's ever-present energy, carried the weight of unresolved conflicts.
Pratham and Mikasa, having been freed from their confinement, were still adjusting to their surroundings.
Yet, they now stood firmly, their gazes locked onto the kneeling figure of UV1 at the center of the room.
Pratham's voice shattered the silence as he stepped forward, his boots clicking sharply against the polished floor.
He stopped just a few feet away from UV1, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. His tone was sharp, almost trembling with suppressed anger.
"UV1," he began, the name laced with bitterness. "I had so much faith in you… but you didn't just betray that trust. You shattered it. You crushed every expectation I ever had. How can I ever trust you again?"