The morning sun slowly rose up from the eastern horizon, its golden fingers of light spilled over the capital city. Smoke rose from chimneys, the morning air was fresh,the chirping of birds and the noise of commoners who have already gotten up to go about their daily works.
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Morningstar Group Headquarters.
Inside his office, an atmosphere of quiet and heavy as well. The faint smell lf sandalwood lingered in the air with the scent of ink mingled with polished wood, creating an air that was both scholarly and serene.
Papers were meticulously arranged across his wide obsidian desk, a city map sprawled among them, red circles marking damaged areas and blue notes detailing reconstruction progress.
Felix leaned back in his chair, narrowing his eyes as he absorbed the latest reports.
