Iyana stood in the center of the messy office, her violet eyes scanning the destruction with cold precision. Her boots crunched softly against the broken glass as she moved.
"You were right, Vee. This wasn't just any random destruction," she said, kneeling by an overturned chair. Her fingers brushed against a broken vase, her touch light as if the truth could be coaxed from the remnants. She straightened, turning to Vyan, who leaned against the doorway. "Whoever did this didn't take anything. They just wanted to make a statement."
Vyan's wine-red eyes gleamed in the dim light, their usual sardonic edge tempered by a faint undercurrent of wariness.
Before Vyan could respond, the heavy footsteps of her subordinates filled the silence. A group of soldiers entered the room.
"Commander," Melissa said, her voice clipped, "we questioned the neighbors. No one saw anything. No suspicious figures. No unusual activity."
