Synopsis

The air crackled with unease, thick with the scent of ozone and something akin to burnt sugar. Lady Yao, her face pale beneath a cascade of raven hair, pleaded with the assembled officers. Her voice, though laced with desperation, held a regal tremor that commanded attention. She spoke of a fiery beast, a destructive force threatening her home, and begged for the Joint Strategic Defense Force's intervention. But words failed to bridge the gap between their understanding. A misunderstanding,