Speaking of the general, the broad man had begun moving the moment the unassuming soldier revealed his true power.
He descended from the administrative building with measured steps, his face a mask of professional composure.
But all of that was only a facade.
Finn could clearly see fear and caution in the man's gait. The way his hands were carefully controlled at his sides, as if preventing them from trembling. The slight sheen of sweat on his forehead out of nowhere…
With the connections the General's position provided, he'd surely heard rumors. Whispers about agents who operated beyond normal military hierarchy. People who answered directly to the crown. People who could make entire noble houses disappear overnight if they deemed it necessary.
But he'd never encountered one. Never believed they were real.
Until now.
Normally, in this kind of situation, he would make a run for it. At his Grade, no one in the camp could keep up with him… No one except the Agent, that is.
