As the guards closed the heavy wooden door behind Caym with a resounding thud, they snapped to attention, saluting their superior before returning to their posts. Caym remained stoic, his expression unreadable as he adjusted his gloves with a practiced motion.
The hallway stretched before him, its polished marble floor gleaming softly in the dim light. Caym's mind churned with thoughts of the recent expedition, the memory of subdued rebels still fresh in his mind. Yet, there was something troubling about the situation—most of the rebels were not from the area they had been causing trouble in. It seemed orchestrated, as if someone were deliberately drawing the attention of the Grand Order.
With a determined stride, Caym continued down the hallway, his focus unwavering. His duty was clear: subdue the rebellion swiftly and find out about its connection to Logaria. It was the best course of action for both the empire and Ingrid's wellbeing.
