Asher, Finch, and William appeared within the Logistics and Missions Operation Hall. The moment they materialized, a wave of chatter, overlapping conversations, and ambient noise crashed into them from all directions. Without missing a beat, Asher calmly walked forward toward the Facilitator who had assigned them their mission. As usual, the man could be seen sitting in a relaxed and almost disrespectful posture, his legs casually balanced atop his desk as if the bustling hall around him did not exist.
The Facilitator's sharp black eyes shifted toward Asher, William, and Finch as he noticed their approach. A faint, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"It seems your team likes using every single minute and day assigned to a mission," the Facilitator spoke lazily. "Well, not like you're the first ones to do that."
