But just then—
A sharp voice cut through the air like a whip.
"Enough!"
The blazing fist stopped midair, its flames flickering out as if doused by invisible water. The ground trembled from the sudden halt of energy, and every eye turned toward the newcomer.
Vice President Kim stood between them, his tall figure radiating quiet authority that pressed on everyone's chest. His coat fluttered from the lingering aura, but his expression was calm—too calm.
He didn't shout again. He didn't need to.
The Nelkon captain gritted his teeth, stepping back only a little, his fury refusing to fade. "Vice President Kim, this boy—!"
"I said enough." Kim's tone was sharp, controlled, like a blade drawn halfway from its sheath. His gaze shifted briefly toward Kieran, who stood motionless, white flames still fading from his hands.
A faint smirk curved Kieran's lips, and it didn't escape Kim's notice.
