"Execute him now before this spreads."
Director Voss slammed his fist against polished mahogany. The Hunter Association's meeting room buzzed with tension. Board members filled leather chairs around the massive table. Regional directors clutched classified reports. Guild liaisons whispered into communication crystals. War veterans sat stone-faced, their scars telling stories of battles that shaped continents.
"Public execution sends the wrong message," Regional Director Kane shot back. His weathered hands gripped the table edge. "Virell was corrupt. Everyone knows it."
"Irrelevant." Guild Liaison Crest's voice cut through the argument. "We don't solve problems with vigilante murder."
The marble walls echoed with clashing voices. Politics mixed with fear. Old alliances cracked under pressure. New ones formed in whispered corners.
