"Something's wrong! Chairman Fa'er! There's a big problem——!"
Mira Belle practically burst through the door to the chairman's office, the door banging against the wall so hard that the files on the desk jumped.
Fa'er, who was engrossed in writing, frowned and looked at her displeased, "Mira Belle, even if the sky falls, you have to stay calm! Panicking like this, how can you explain clearly?"
"Chairman!" Mira Belle's chest heaved violently, her face pale as a sheet, "The Underground City... it's starting to collapse! Space rifts... they've spread to the fourth or fifth level!"
"What?!" Fa'er sprang up, his chair screeching as it slid back, his hands pressing on the desk, leaning forward, his eyes full of disbelief, "Just over a month?! This can't be!"
