Overseer Kira leaned back in her luxurious seat, the rich fabric cradling her as she arched an eyebrow. "What is it?" she asked, her voice smooth yet tinged with impatience.
The young woman before her trembled, the words catching in her throat. "My my Lord, it's the res-research centre," she stammered, each syllable a battle against the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded Kira.
With a careless wave of her hand, Kira dismissed the young men who had been serving her. The men patiently stood on the side waiting for her orders.
"What research centre?" she demanded, her gaze sharp and unyielding.
The young woman felt Kira's presence like a heavy weight pressing down on her. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her lips quivered.
Mustering her courage, she raised her hand, revealing the tablet she held. "The one near Neon City," she managed to say, her voice shaky. "It was attacked and burnt to the ground."
