"Enough bickering, will you?"
Cain's voice cut through the air, sharp and authoritative, as he turned his stern gaze on the Nephilims. His frown deepened as he regarded them, the weight of centuries of experience behind his words. His posture was rigid, commanding respect as he spoke. The Nephilims, caught in their bickering, fell silent, their expressions momentarily chastened.
Celeste, usually calm and composed, shifted uncomfortably under Cain's intense gaze. Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something in her defense but thought better of it, biting back the retort that danced on the tip of her tongue. Aurelius clenched his jaw, his face twitching with frustration, but even he could not deny the truth in Cain's words. Seraphina, still simmering with anger, crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her fingers digging into her skin as if to hold back her emotions. Her eyes narrowed, darting between Cain and the others, though the fire in her gaze had dimmed slightly.
