"I never asked for their power. They entrusted it to me willingly. So, I fail to see why that rattles you all so much. Are you truly so shaken by the idea that their trust in me wasn't misplaced?"
The silence that followed was deafening. Esme's commanding presence left no room for rebuttal. The reporters, who had come to tear her down, found themselves at a loss for words. Esme stood tall, her confidence radiating through the grand hall, turning the inquisition into a stage for her undeniable strength.
As Esme continued speaking, her sharp eyes scanned the room, landing on Noah and Diana, who had tried to remain inconspicuous. The moment she saw them, a slow smile curled across her face. It wasn't a warm smile—it was one that promised trouble, sending a chill down their spines.