[DOCUMENT ALPHA-PRIME/CLIMATE_LOG_40A]Date: 14th of Harvest, 1040 AFStation: Ashenveil Central Spire (Elevation: 400m)Barometric Pressure: [DATA CORRUPTED — SENSOR FRACTURE]Aetheric Density: 4,200 milli-units (NOTE: Previous historical maximum was 1,100 m-u during the Kesseth Naval Engagement. Equipment is not calibrated for current load.)
Sera Myrvalis sat in the freezing darkness of the Astronomical Observatory, her scaled fingers tracing the scorched edges of the latest field report.
The parchment smelled of ozone.
She tapped her claw three times against the heavy oak desk. Tap. Tap. Tap.
The Ministry of Whispers did not officially employ meteorologists. The Sovereign Imperium's weather had always been stable, regulated by the passive heat of the Eternal Forge and the predictable coastal currents. But for the past twenty-four months, the operatives stationed in the capital had been submitting reports that defied the foundational rules of intelligence gathering.
