Outside the Negotiation Site—
A heavy silence hung over the battlefield-turned-diplomatic ground, where the fate of an entire civilization wavered on the edge of annihilation.
"....." Elizabeth stood at the edge of the overlooking platform, her arms tightly crossed over her chest, her posture exuding both authority and restraint. The wind played with strands of her golden hair, but she paid it no mind. Her round face, often adorned with a playful smirk or a knowing smile, was now stiff with an unfamiliar seriousness, her piercing gaze fixed on the distant horizon. There was something unnerving about the shift in her demeanor—something unsettling about how quiet she had become.
She exhaled slowly, eyes narrowed.
Bzzzt—
