Lira sat at her desk, reviewing the weekly reports. The numbers were good. The Evolution Chambers were performing beyond projections, and the mana extraction was going without a hitch.
But while Lira was reading the reports, the floor suddenly started to tremble. It lasted only a second, but that was enough to alarm the woman.
The floor shook again. Harder this time. The inkwell on her desk rattled.
She stood, her hand gripping the staff that came out of her inventory. The tremors this time didn't feel natural. They had a rhythm to them, like distant impacts.
Then, the heavy oak doors slammed open. A messenger stumbled into her office. He didn't salute, as he could barely stand upright.
"WHAT?!"
"Breach!" the man said. "Sector four and seven. And... and the southern wall. Sector two."
Lira frowned. "Simultaneous?"
"Yes, Executor."
Lira straightened. "Survivors?"
