"Let's focus on the meeting," Kratos said, his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere. The weight of responsibility pressed down on him as he brought everyone's attention back to the true purpose of their gathering. Despite his commanding tone, there was no denying that he felt out of place—surrounded by women who, rather than discussing war, were engaged in an unspoken battle of their own. Their gazes flickered toward Nathan, some filled with admiration, others laced with jealousy and quiet rivalry. It was an almost suffocating air of competition, one Kratos had no interest in being a part of.
At his words, the murmurs ceased, and all present nodded in agreement.
