Wait.
Wait!
What kind of vibration was he even waiting for?!
Duke Leander Kyros, the proud War God of the Empire, was once again standing in the middle of nowhere, gripping his sword like a lost knight awaiting divine guidance.
Flustered and slightly mortified, he was about to ask for clarification when his son's bright, excited voice rang through the comms.
"Everyone! Let's return to our positions!"
"?!"
What positions?!
The Duke froze. "Son! Where should I go?"
"Right there, Papa! That's the perfect spot, really!" Luca replied with the enthusiasm of someone giving life-changing instructions.
"Okay! Ready, everyone!"
Leander's face twitched. "Ready?!"
No! Wait!
He wanted to call out and beg for a better explanation, but it was already too late. The operation had begun.
Unbeknownst to him, one very perplexed cadet stationed just below him would have given anything to trade tasks.
If only he didn't have such a great shield!
