The room went deathly silent.
Robert's eyes widened slightly, the first sign of genuine confusion flickering across his face. His fingers twitched as if restraining himself from grabbing Daniel by the collar. His allies exchanged uncertain glances, the fire in their rage momentarily dimmed by the unexpected response.
"What?" Robert's voice was low, dangerous. "What are you trying to say?"
His expression hardened, his anger now laced with something deeper—something unsettled. "This is not the Daniel I know. What's going on here?"
Daniel took a slow step forward, his smirk widening.
"I'm supporting you, remember?" His tone was laced with sarcasm, his gaze never leaving Robert's. "I just came here to officially tell you that whatever happens next—I don't have a hand in it."
His words sent another wave of silence through the room.
"Anything that's happening, anything that will happen—I have nothing to do with it."