"Whistle——"
Another whistle sounded.
The noisy sounds of resistance came to an abrupt halt.
The whistle seemed to have a magical power, compelling those who heard it to quiet down, involuntarily drawn to it.
"If you've forgotten how you got in here, I can remind you."
Fátima played with the whistle, her gaze sharp like a blade cutting through, making everyone shiver.
Her gaze seemed tangible.
Unignorable.
"..."
They all fell silent.
"Take them out." Fátima signaled to her subordinates, "I think this sandstorm needs some research, it might affect the opening of the Mechanism City's entrance. Let these all-knowing experts help out."
"Yes!"
Everyone responded in unison.
After a slight pause, Fátima added, "Take good care of them, don't let the experts suffer while doing research."
"Yes!"
Everyone responded once more.
Usually receiving disdainful looks from this group, now with Fátima backing them up, they were naturally overjoyed.
