Warlord Raelith; the Human Warlord, moved with an indifferent countenance. His composed bearing exuded the quiet, commanding authority befitting a Warlord, while his cape billowed gracefully with each deliberate step. Piercing blue eyes remained fixed forward, focused in their gaze.
Yet beneath that calm facade, turmoil churned. For the soldier trailing silently behind him was no ordinary Lieutenant subordinate, he was the son of their Supreme Monarch.
'I wonder if he finds anything dissatisfactory.'
Raelith thought as he moved in measured strides.
Mitchelle had already issued a stern directive to every Warlord stationed at Military Base Alpha-9: should Anthony ever set foot within its walls, he was to be treated like the most fragile of treasures, like an egg. Carefully. Gently.
It all began the day Anthony made the decision to enlist in the military as a soldier.
