Armand Nation.
Gaze City.
Main Military Headquarters.
Garius sat in the command center, his eyes fixed on the massive holographic display that dominated the room. Around him, Armand officers worked at sleek consoles, their fingers gliding over glowing runes and holographic interfaces, coordinating communications, monitoring troop movements, and relaying intelligence across the nation.
Alf and Erinette sat nearby, their expressions calm and composed, watching the same feed with quiet attention.
Garius let out a long, weary exhale as he watched his youngest son lounging on top of Buddy, casually eating a packed meal while explosive cannonballs detonated harmlessly against an invisible barrier.
"Javier… Javier…"
He shook his head, a mixture of amusement and frustration in his voice before he reached forward, pressed a rune on the console, shifting the main screen to focus on the Vurghen battlement.
