Behinde D thoors IV (Solution)

“F*ck.” That single word ran through the minds of the majority of the individuals present in the meeting room—especially those who had jumped at the chance to insult the Trinarian representative, believing he was merely holding the agreement hostage for personal gain and political leverage.

Silence fell over the room like a heavy fog. No one dared to speak. A few of them internally wished the ground beneath them would open up and swallow them whole, though they knew such a miracle was impossible in the mental network. Instead, they sat frozen, the weight of their premature judgments now bearing down on them as they realized the Trinarian representative had, in fact, raised a valid and critical point.