The cosmic air seemed to grow heavy with anticipation as they stared at one another. It was as though, if any of them made even the slightest unexpected movement, the others would immediately pounce, and the battle would erupt without warning. Invisible pressure bore down upon the space between them, distorting the silence itself, as intent clashed silently before a single blow had been thrown.
The Older Generation sensed the tension clearly, yet none of them spoke. Instead, they simply observed the five figures before them with calm, knowing gazes, as though they too wished to watch the spectacle unfold. After all, these five were anything but normal, and moments like this were rare even for beings who had lived for countless ages.
But before the tension could finally shatter and the inevitable clash could begin, Vega's voice sliced cleanly through the air.
"This is neither the time nor the place for that."
