Meanwhile, the other council members—excluding the Celestial Designers—were visibly shaken. Even the Designers themselves, though composed, showed signs of surprise. Internally, they too wondered: "If we haven't made any breakthroughs… and the Divine Pilots have failed to find a way forward in their own evolution… then what, exactly, has the Goddess summoned us for?"
This was becoming more and more intriguing. Each of them thought so inwardly, carefully suppressing their urges and emotions, keeping their expressions neutral—masking any hint of curiosity.
The Grand Admirals shared a similar confusion, though tinged with a deeper undercurrent of realization. Perhaps, they thought, we've misunderstood the meaning behind the Goddess of Wisdom's vague words.
And then—something sparked within them. A flicker of hope. A surge of expectation.
Their eyes lit up like stars as the fire of belief began to burn once more.
