"Look me in the eyes and tell me, what are you panicking about?"
As a high-ranking general, he possessed an unquestionable authority. His casual question carried an intimidating weight, even without any anger behind it.
"General..."
Although Great Wilderness couldn't match the general's presence, he was ultimately a wily old fox who had navigated the political arena for many years, holding his own against the best of them. When the Great Flood first began, he was just a young, peripheral secretary. To secure a spot on a wandering ship, he had employed endless schemes and stratagems, fighting with a truly unique brand of cunning.
Over the past few decades, he had climbed his way to his current high position.
After a period of internal struggle and weighing the pros and cons, he had, with great anguish, sold out his already-dead nephew, selectively revealing part of the truth to his superior.
