Returning to the Command Wing felt like stepping into a grand celebration. The air was refreshingly crisp, a clear sign of their hard-won success. The heavy gloom that had once enveloped the Wing like a thick fog had lifted, replaced by a buoyancy that energized everyone. This wasn't just a quick fix; it was a revival of hope.
Rosa took a dramatic bow. "And once again, the hero king saves the day! I propose a new national anthem: 'Ode to Jin and the Wonderful Fresh Air!'
Clara chuckled, a rare sound of pure joy. "The atmospheric processors are already running at 98% efficiency. Humidity levels are stabilizing. It's... perfect."
Even Sera allowed herself a moment of quiet satisfaction, her golden eyes scanning the room with newfound appreciation. "A significant improvement," she conceded. "Well done, everyone."
Jin stood at the center, eyes closed, inhaling deeply. He could feel the positive energy in the air, a collective uplift confirmed by his HUD.
[MORALE: HOPEFUL → BUOYANT]
