Confrontation 2

"You dare—?"

"Oh, I dare," king Seungho cut him off, his lips curling in a smirk. "You honestly expect us to believe that your people are more skilled than mine after that race? Please."

King Altan's hands clenched into fists. His fury was barely contained. "Oh? So you want to see the true might of my kingdom, is that it?"

His voice dropped, laced with unspoken threats. "It seems you've forgotten how we dealt with your people during the war years ago. Even my ancestors knew that you were weak."

King Seungho "..."

Others "..."

Silence fell.

A thick, suffocating silence.

Then

"Enough."

King Ikechukwu's voice rang out, sharp and commanding. It wasn't loud, but the weight of it cut through the rising storm like a blade.

Everyone turned toward him. His expression was unreadable, but the warning in his gaze was clear.