The atmosphere in the command center was heavy.
The development that had just gotten on track was abruptly cut off.
The output of the Mine Star itself was limited, relying on the transfusion from Golden Swallow to quickly improve livelihoods and build infrastructure.
Now that the transfusion has stopped, the reserves are visibly depleting, many construction projects are forced to pause, and the flames of hope that had just ignited feel as if they've been doused with cold water.
"We can't keep wasting time like this," Catherine bit her lip, "Our reserves won't last long. And if this high-pressure environment continues, morale will disperse."
Under the oppression of the spaceship overhead, some miners who had just joined have begun to show signs of anxiety and wavering.
They fear that the hard-won "good days" are just a temporary illusion, worrying that eventually the Mine Star would become a sacrificial pawn in the power struggle of major nations.
