The spy adjusted the orb, and it flickered to life, projecting a crystalline image into the centre of the Hector council chamber. The playback was extensive, spanning over twenty-four hours of footage.
For roughly half of that duration, the angle was poorly positioned, capturing only the backs of the subjects as they sat amidst the luxury of the resort. However, for the remaining twelve hours, the camera angle was perfect.
As the images played, the elder activated his lip-reading treasure. The artefact pulsed with a soft, rhythmic light, and a synthesised voice began to fill the hall, overlaying the silent movements of Hye and Moth with clarity.
When the recording finally reached its conclusion, the silence in the room was deafening. The expressions on the faces of the Hector higher-ups were a sight to behold—a volatile cocktail of immense shock, gnawing doubt, and flat-out disbelief.
