Valeria scanned the room sharply, her grim expression silencing the murmurs of dissent. "This isn't the time to kick someone while they're down. If even Lyra can't handle the Stellar Devourer, what do you think we're going to do?"
Her pointed words cut through the tension, leaving an uneasy quiet in their wake.
Leandro nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Rear Admiral Shedd's fleet was only caught off guard this time. In the end, we'll still need her."
Ronin sneered, his disdain unmistakable. "Rely on her? Don't make me laugh. The fact remains—she lost."
Bitterness edged her tone, the sting of his own disappointments fueling her derision. Secretly, she had hoped Lyra wouldn't survive her mission.
Despite the divided opinions, an undercurrent of anxiety united them. The looming threat of the Stellar Devourer hung over the room like a storm cloud, leaving even the skeptics unsure of their next move.