The Obsidian Fang headquarters buzzed with activity, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the glass walls. Crates of equipment were scattered across the labs and halls, their contents half-unpacked, wires and mana conduits spilling out like veins of a growing beast. Seojin hefted a crate of training pads, his arms straining as he followed Mirae’s directions to a storage room. Yuna was a few steps ahead, balancing a box of tech components, her ponytail swinging with each step. Pyra perched on her shoulder, chirping indignantly whenever the box wobbled. The air smelled of metal and polish, undercut by the faint pine scent drifting in from the forest outside.“This is worse than training,” Yuna groaned, setting her crate down with a thud. “My arms are gonna fall off.”Mirae, leaning against a lab table cluttered with glowing monitors, smirked. “Quit whining, firecracker. You’re building character.”Seojin lowered his crate, wiping sweat from his brow. The work was grueling