"Captain..."
"I told you not to call me Captain. Call me Commander!"
Inside a small but luxuriously decorated study, a tall and sturdy murloc, clad in armor and standing around 1.6 meters tall, knelt on one knee. His eyes were filled with resolve, while his face bore scars of various sizes left behind by the war. Judging from his aura, he should have been a brave and battle-hardened warrior. However, upon hearing the voice coming from behind the desk, he visibly trembled.
"Yes, Commander! As you wish!"
"What is it? Speak!"
Hearing that the man behind the desk was not angry, the Fishman Warrior finally stopped shaking. Still not daring to look up, he kept his head bowed and spoke rapidly.
"Commander, our Ninth Fleet has successfully captured the Great Imperial Capital. The Fourth Fleet has also taken the Heavenly Seas Metropolis, and the Thirteenth Fleet has finished securing Kyamaja Island.
