The return to the Command Wing felt like a triumphant celebration. The air was refreshingly clean, a tangible testament to their success. The oppressive atmosphere that once clung to the Wing like a shroud had dissipated, replaced by a lightness that invigorated everyone. This was more than a temporary fix; it was a revival of hope.
Rosa dramatically bowed. "And once again, the hero king saves the day! I suggest a new national anthem: 'Ode to Jin and the Wonderful Fresh Air!'"
Clara laughed, a rare sound of genuine joy. "The atmospheric processors are already operating at 98% efficiency. Humidity levels are stabilizing. It's... perfect."
Even Sera allowed herself a moment of quiet contentment, her golden eyes surveying the room with a more appreciative demeanor. "A notable improvement," she acknowledged. "Well done, everyone."
Jin stood at the center, eyes closed, taking deep breaths. He could sense the positive atmosphere, a collective uplift confirmed by his HUD.
