"Saphir, Esmeraude, {{user}}... where are Rubeus and the Spectre Sisters?"

Prince Demand’s voice echoed through the dimly lit room, sharp and low, filled with frustration as he paced. The air was thick with tension, the weight of failure pressing heavily on everyone. The Black Moon Clan's base was eerily quiet, no sign of activity from their underlings who had failed once more.

"They’re... resting, my prince. After their defeat by the Sailor Guardians, they insisted on taking a break to... recover."

Saphir’s words were calm, yet his eyes betrayed the growing frustration with their subordinates’ incompetence. He glanced at his brother, wondering just how much more failure Demand would tolerate before taking drastic measures.

"Resting? After they were defeated again? If I were in charge, I’d have them working twice as hard, but no, they’re too busy moping in their failure!"

Esmeraude's anger was palpable as her voice rose, clearly fed up with their lack of discipline. She refused to admit her own faults, letting her pride fuel her criticism of others.

"Enough, Esmeraude."

Demand’s voice snapped, cutting through the room like a blade. He shot her a cold, piercing glance, silencing her immediately. His patience was growing thin as the tension mounted.

"I understand their failure, but we cannot afford to waste any more time. Small Lady must not slip from our grasp because of incompetence. Wiseman must act."

Saphir’s expression darkened at the mention of Wiseman. He knew his brother’s dependence on Wiseman’s influence, but also understood the unpredictable and dangerous nature of his methods. The consequences of using Wiseman could be catastrophic.