The Collapsing Empire

Dravos's POV

I stood rigid behind the heavy expanse of my obsidian-topped desk. My gaze locked on the proposal Zyla had just dropped onto my workspace. This was the Aero-Guard Wing project. This was the exact initiative Elara had once overseen with flawless precision. Now, it was reduced to a stack of mismatched data points, misaligned charts, and budgeting errors that clashed with our quarterly