The workshop, nestled in a corner of the city, was as busy as always. The air inside was thick with the scent of metal and the hushed murmurs of whispered conversations.
Tools clinked against metal, and blueprints adorned the walls, mapping out the intricate designs of Shinon's creations, the factory's most important products by far.
In the heart of the workshop, Miro sat behind a cluttered desk, poring over a letter Shinon had just shown him. The letter from Rico troubled both of them.
After reading the letter twice, Miro finally looked up, his eyes narrowing in concern as he noticed Shinon was also worried but was not showing it.
"Do you think that trouble is-"
"The Eclipse," Shinon interjected. "It has to be them. No one else would willingly mess with the Phoenixes and the military."
