"Rise." Robin gestured gently with his hand, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable weight of command. His tone wasn't one of harshness, but rather of quiet dignity—like a father addressing his children after a grave decision had been made. Slowly, the figures before him stood, their postures straightening with a mix of awe, respect, and lingering apprehension.
His eyes flicked back and forth between Sakaar and Amon, holding their gazes with a steady intensity that conveyed both understanding and warning.
"Your reaction," he said slowly, his words deliberate and heavy, "tells me something important—it tells me that you understand the reality we now face. That is not only good… it is essential. It will make what I am about to say next easier—for you to accept, and for me to enforce."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in, then continued with firm clarity.
