Above the vast azure sky, within the emptiness, two figures existed purely as consciousness, facing each other from a distance.
Opposite, the old general had white hair and beard, yet his face bore not a single wrinkle, his entire figure tall and straight. Holding a long halberd and clad in silver armor, his cape flapped in the wind, a picture of awe-inspiring might.
"Young Lord, congratulations on making it to this stage, and from here on, it will be I who teaches you the essence of command and control. Pay attention, look closely, and learn a lot," he said.
"I forgot to mention, in my day, I was hailed as a legendary War God."
"So, there is no shame in losing to me. The shame lies in failing to improve."
"Come, let's see how much of the art of command you possess, and how many attempts you will need to defend these three cities safely against me."
The old general spoke enthusiastically, saying a great deal.
