As Asher's eyes fell on the man who had just entered, so did the others'. The noise echoing within the room vanished as though everyone was beginning to adapt to the practice of acknowledging a higher-ranked Soldier's presence. Unlike Chioma, who was a Lieutenant and wore a blue uniform, this man was a Corporal, as he wore a red uniform like Lilian.
He was in his seventies, his face bearing a few wrinkles, but his back stood straight. His age neither suggested that his strength nor his power had deteriorated. A scar could be seen running along the side of his face, from his temple down to his jawline.
Although the man didn't particularly possess a high Life Rank, there was a saying that one should respect those who could age or grow old in professions where people died young.
