The meeting room's air hung heavy with the weight of Cayame's proposal.
The second cube, its geometric patterns swirling like a cosmic puzzle, pulsed faintly on the pedestal.
Kivas's halo flickered, her gaze fixed on the device as she weighed its implications. Samael and Oizys stood nearby, their expressions a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
Kivas spoke first, her voice calm but resolute. "It's a tempting proposition, Lady Cayame. But I don't think this is a path the Consortium wants to pursue."
Oizys tilted her head, her shadowy tendrils twitching slightly. "Are you sure about that, Kivas? It's a rare opportunity."
Samael's lips curved into a faint smirk, catching the undercurrent of Kivas's hesitation. "She's right to pass. The Antihetero Core is a beast of a project—too big for our research department's current plans, or even what we've got lined up. We'd be stretched thin chasing it."
