There was a man standing. He was not that tall, but he had an impressive muscular build. The man remained immobile, hidden by a mask and with his hands clasped behind his back.
Despite his commanding presence, there was a sense of deference in his posture, and he spoke with careful respect to the person in front of him.
"Third Division Commander," he said, "I've come to report on the situation in Frant, as per your request."
The woman he addressed commanded an aura of absolute authority, her very presence demanding unwavering respect and obedience.
Adorning her uniform was the Justicar insignia, a powerful symbol that showcased her undeniable power and influence within the ranks of the Blackguard.
Unlike her subordinates, the Justicar didn't wear a mask. It wasn't that bold move that made the mean unease, but the intense gaze with which she was looking at him. A gaze that seemed to see right through him as the sun's rays went through the sky.
