Y# Chapter: The Storm Gathering
Inside a small room within the military academy, five figures sit around a narrow table. The space is cramped, lit by a single overhead panel that casts harsh shadows across tired faces. Master Rein listens in silence, her posture rigid, spine perfectly straight against the metal chair. Her eyes are sharp, tracking each speaker with the precision of someone who misses nothing. Across from her, Master Olmo stands with his arms crossed, too restless to sit, his jaw working as he processes each word.
Beside Rein sits the general—a man whose hard expression seems carved from stone, made harder by the thick mustache that frames his mouth. Next to him is a flawlessly beautiful female major with dark hair pulled back in a severe bun, her smile unreadable, lips curved just enough to suggest amusement or perhaps calculation. An admiral occupies the final seat at the head of the table, fingers steepled beneath his chin, his gaze distant but focused.
