On the borders of Virelia, a part of North City designated solely to the army, five thousand troops clad in their dark brown army uniform lined up from the beginning of the 120 acres of land to the end.
They stood at ease, with their nose held high up in the air and their eyes fixed determinedly ahead on them.
Standing in front of them with his eyes fixed on the book he was holding was a tall and lanky man clad in the same military outfit who looked to be in his late 20s.
He was clean shaven and looked majestic with an unbeatable air of confidence and authority swelling around him.
While he was enjoying his peace and quiet, a man in the same uniform hurried over to his side and stretched an envelope towards him, his face lowered to the ground in a bow.
"Supreme Commander, someone sent you this six hours ago."
