A sharp, collective intake of breath rippled violently through the hall. The silence was no longer respectful—it was utterly terrified.
Terror born from the undeniable fact that no one ever dared to openly challenge the superheroes, given their inhuman strength and influence—even if someone claimed a normal citizen's voice didn't matter. But that heavy suggestion—was to legally treat the world's saviors like common, leash-bound criminals.
"So we can actually keep a close eye on them. Monitor their violent actions. Their whereabouts. Their hidden motives." Cruxius's sharp jaw tightened faintly. "Because who knows how many innocent people die daily, slaughtered under the convenient excuse of 'collateral damage'? Just the chilling thought that I, protected by all the world's elite security, could be harmed so easily—makes you wonder what dark atrocities they commit unchecked every single day."
