Ira, she thought, with something that was partly envy and partly simply gladness, you fortunate child.
She let herself have three seconds of that feeling.
Then Leon's voice arrived—serious, direct, no preamble.
Her eyes focused.
He explained what he'd found. What his spatial awareness had shown him. The crumbling atmosphere, the propagating cracks, the rate of acceleration, where that rate led.
He delivered it without softening the assessment, because softening it would have been a disservice to someone who needed the accurate version in order to make decisions.
The effect on Archon Vyra was immediate and visible.
