Uproar at the Restaurant

The restaurant remained engulfed in an unnatural silence. Not a whisper, not a breath dared to break the thick, suffocating tension that now hung in the air like a looming storm. Nyxander stood still, his presence commanding, his very being a focal point of impending conflict. Behind him, Kal, Bako, and Bili mirrored his stance, their muscles taut with anticipation.

The once-tossed shield now lay embedded deep into the solid restaurant floor, its thick, battle-worn edge piercing through the shattered remains of the wooden table like an unspoken warning. All gazes were drawn upward, to the second floor of the building where three towering figures loomed, their forms etched against the dim glow of the daylight.