With a short but weighty speech, Matthias Halden Graventhal, the Arbiter of the werewolves, instantly commanded the attention of everyone present in the coliseum. Though his tone was measured and formal, each word carried immense authority and reverence. His voice didn't need to rise above a steady pitch; it simply rippled through the crowd like an unseen force, bringing the chaos to a respectful stillness.
There were no cheers, no claps… only silence. A shared silence that bore the weight of tradition, power, and sacred expectation, as well as admiration.
After finishing his address, Matthias bowed slightly to the audience as a mark of mutual respect and stepped down from the podium. He walked with solemn grace to his seat among the other council members, where the remaining high-ranking werewolf leaders sat in quiet anticipation.
Moments later, the silence was broken by a booming voice that echoed across the coliseum like a sudden thunderclap.
