Flashes from camera phones ricocheted off polished glass, painting fractured rainbows across the conference hall's sleek white walls. Banners lined the stage—LUNE's constellation logo shining beside the words: "New Dawn: LUNE IP Universe." The seats were packed, journalists and influencers shoulder to shoulder, their anticipation an electric buzz even before the house lights dropped.
Harin stepped onto the stage first, all poise and sharp lines in a dove-grey suit. She stood at the podium, gaze steady as she scanned the crowd. A hush fell, the city's hungry eyes fixed on her, waiting to see if LUNE would soar after the storm—or shatter under the weight of so much attention.
