The atmosphere in the LUNE executive wing was thick with a palpable, electric frustration. It was a tension that didn't manifest as shouting or chaos, but as a heavy, suffocating silence punctuated by the sharp, rhythmic clicking of high heels on polished obsidian. Harin was in a state of controlled irritation, her presence filling the room like a gathering storm. She had spent the morning reviewing the latest reports from the recruitment team, and the findings were a bitter pill to swallow.
