Emma turned to Silas, curiosity written on her face. Silas gave a small, apologetic nod. "I miscalculated the time, Emy. I'm sorry for keeping everyone waiting through the night." "It's okay," Emma replied softly. She reached out to brush Remy's hair back, feeling no resentment toward Silas. She understood that he, like her, wanted Remy to wake up. "By the way, where did Lucien and the others go?" she asked. At that moment, the bedroom felt empty—only she and Silas remained. Even the quilts that had been scattered across the floor were gone. "They're downstairs preparing breakfast," Silas explained. "Soon, Lucien, Marcus, and Calum will need to leave the Central Planet to compete in a match." Emma pushed the quilt aside and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "Let's hurry and have breakfast—then we'll go with them." Her curiosity was piqued—she wanted to see if Lucien and Marcus together could challenge a level twelve Calum. She washed up swiftly, got dressed, and descended the stairs with Silas. By the time they reached the bottom, Lucien and the others had already finished setting up breakfast. The table was lavishly arranged, and the scent of food filled the air. Marcus, Lucien, Edric, Drake, and Calum were already seated, leaving only Kieran absent. When Edric spotted Emma coming down, he immediately stood and pulled out a chair for her. "Emma, sit here!" he said eagerly. Marcus slid a cup of steaming milk toward her. "Ms. Tibarn, have some milk." Lucien smiled and placed a cheese puff on her plate. "I woke early just to make this for you. Give it a try—see if you like it." Drake also stood silently, placing a tray of freshly baked muffins beside her right hand. It was positioned for easy reach without being intrusive—each one carefully prepared by him, knowing how much Emma loved pastries.Not wanting to be outdone, Calum rose and approached her. "Ms. Tibarn, what would you like? I'll feed you myself!" Emma blinked at their enthusiasm, lips twitching. What is coming over them? Before, they compete for my attention subtly, hiding their rivalry behind polite smiles. Now they openly vie for my favor. "I can manage on my own. You all should sit," she said, feeling a headache pressing behind her eyes. Their intensity was overwhelming. Immediately, everyone took their seats, and Calum, who had been standing beside her, noticed her discomfort and lowered himself, a hint of disappointment in his expression. He was new to the family and still unfamiliar with her preferences, often lagging behind the others. This made him wonder if Emma might grow indifferent toward him or even start ignoring him. Emma picked up her fork and placed a piece of meat into his bowl. Tigers love meat, she thought. Calum's eyes brightened instantly as he stared at the unexpected treat, his face lighting up with delight. Marcus, watching this, felt a surge of jealousy. He lifted his bowl toward Emma. "Ms. Tibarn, me too," he said confidently, never one to hide what he wanted. Emma handed him a muffin—his favorite. "Thank you, Ms. Tibarn," he said. His simple words carried an intimacy that made her pause mid-motion with her fork. Could he tone it down just a little? Edric gave Marcus a cold glance before speaking. "Emma, that muffin is a bit far. Can you hand me one too?" "Of course," she replied, quickly placing a muffin into Edric's bowl. She didn't wait for others to ask and proactively served everyone something they liked. Finally, the meal concluded. Emma exhaled quietly. This level of attention couldn't continue. After Lucien, Marcus, and Calum finished their match, she would have to set some boundaries. Twenty minutes later, the warship lifted smoothly from the manor, streaked across the sky like silver lightning, and disappeared into the distance. Inside, Lucien, Marcus, and Calum remained silent, seated in the lounge with eyes closed, focusing and calibrating themselves for the challenge ahead. Their destination lay at the edge of the Central Planet—a peculiar region drifting in the void known as the Pantheon Battlefield. Legends claimed that when an ancient Beast God fell, fragments of its divinity merged with a shattered star, creating this strange pocket of space. Over time, generations of elite warriors reinforced and modified it, transforming it into a premier interstellar arena. Here, therians below level fifteen could fully unleash their powers without endangering the outside world. The warship passed through a nearly invisible membrane of energy and came to a steady stop at a designated mooring within the void.