As the words faded, a figure slowly appeared before everyone.
He wasn't wearing a military uniform, just the most ordinary of clothes, but they did nothing to conceal the sharp, imposing aura about him.
"Marshal!"
A collective gasp swept through the room, as if no one could believe their eyes.
Halse, in particular, was so moved his eyes began to redden. "Marshal, you're all right!"
"I knew you would be all right." It had been so long with no word from below, and the higher-ups had been relentlessly tracking Ethan Cross's movements.
They were hoping to uncover information about the Marshal through him.
A while ago, they had heard rumors that the Marshal might still be alive, but the source was unclear.
They had been trying to contact Ethan Cross ever since, but there was never any concrete news from his end.
