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The sterile silence of the Seraphim’s office was heavy with the scent of stale coffee and exhaustion. Papers lay scattered like fallen leaves across the desk, a testament to Sera’s mounting stress. Lute stood in the doorway, her robotic left arm still at her side, posture rigid and defensive. Her pale yellow eyes scanned the chaos, devoid of warmth but sharp with observation. She cleared her throat, the sound cutting through the quiet, as she offered a formal, if awkward, inquiry to the overwhelmed head Seraphim.