Lucian stepped back a bit. The man entered the room through the window. Fortunately, the window was big enough for his body to enter.
Nolan's eyes also widened upon seeing who it was; he even instinctively sat up.
The man's figure was huge, to say the least. His muscles were intimidating, as if just being gripped by those arms was enough to suffocate someone. The full arm tattoo on his right arm was also exposed.
He had a fine stubble on his jaw, adding to the extraordinary charm he held. Paired with the natural sharp gaze and his controlled dominance, it was more than enough to make others cower in fear.
Nolan was too familiar with the person standing in front of their window.
The Commander General, Arstem Viktor.
Nolan's jaw dropped; he could not help but glance at Lucian, who actually called the commander general, an old man. Was he blind? There was no way someone would stare at that face and immediately think of the word old.
