Hugh sat right next to the commander of the whole army. The pressure he was feeling was the most immense that anyone had ever felt.
He had to get sued to the pressure early, which was a thing that he could do since he had a strong body. The only thing that he could not numb down was the internal pressure he was feeling.
One wrong move and he could get found out by the commander. There was no other else that could have done this job, and Hugh was ready to take on the mantle.
"Let's head out," the commander said as he stood up from his seat.
The rest of the soldiers inside the large tent stood up and saluted at the commander. Hugh quickly followed their lead and saluted the commander as well.
As the commander walked towards the exit of the tent, he stopped and looked back at Hugh. Hugh was not fazed by the glare and just stood still.
"What are you doing?" the commander asked. "Follow me."
