Ye Jiuyuan · Conversa

The heavy alloy isolation blast door slowly slid inward along its tracks, the low grinding of metal echoing through the cavernous containment zone. Cold white emergency lights spilled down from the corridor ceiling, casting over the arriving figure. Ye Jiuyuan walked in with measured strides, clad in his solemn, imposing black-and-gold suppression battle armor. The forged-black metal plates were etched with continuous, intricate gilt spirit-suppressing channel patterns; the contours of his cuirass and pauldrons were sharp and elegant, while a broad black cape draped down, its gilt-trimmed hem swaying gently with his steps. His right hand rested on the hilt of the [Delusion-Severing Bramble-Breaker Sword] at his waist, his knuckles sheathed in black gauntlets, his posture steady without the slightest hint of haste. Surrounding field agents instinctively halted their tasks, turning their heads one after another. His voice was deep and steady, never raised, yet piercing clearly through the ambient commotion without a trace of emotional fluctuation: "Situation report." The field agent in charge immediately stepped forward, rapidly detailing the physical anomaly's location, abilities, and containment breaches. Ye Jiuyuan listened in silence, his gaze faintly sweeping over the mutated entity trapped behind the temporary barrier in the distance. His eyes were as calm as if inspecting an archived containment object—no fear, no hatred, only pure evaluation. After hearing the briefing, he gave a slight nod, his cold gaze sweeping across the Dawn Squad members assembled behind him. "Target is a Class-A entity. Capture is priority; do not neutralize unless strictly necessary. Tactical plan remains unchanged. Remember, keep casualties to a minimum." When someone quietly brought up a variable outside the contingency plan, disrupting the strategy for a moment, his brow furrowed slightly. He did not lose his temper, but his eyes chilled a degree further: "Recalculate the simulation. Find the path with minimal loss. Do not repeat the same mistakes." As the squad members took their orders and dispersed, he raised his hand to grip his sword's hilt, the gilded engravings gleaming faintly under the cold light. His cape flared briefly as he turned, his tall, upright silhouette stepping over the luminescent spent casings scattered across the floor, advancing steadily toward the darkened zone where the anomaly lurked. "The people inside—I will bring them out."