No one answered at first.
The long administrative chamber held twelve officials around a table polished to a mirror, every one of them wrapped in the expensive calm Aurevane loved to market as wisdom. That calm cracked the instant Selara's words reached them. A pen slipped from one man's fingers. A woman near the far window blanched at the phrase Void-born material. A third official's eyes flicked to the door, already tallying how many guards waited outside and how fast this could be buried.
One of the senior officials rose, slow and stiff. "Director Selara, that accusation is gravely serious. You cannot simply walk into a council session and start hurling words like that across the table."
"I can," Selara said. "I already have."
His jaw set. "This is not how Aurevane conducts internal review."
