Milo recalled how just a few days ago, he thought he wouldn't get his interview soon:
Milo stood before his commanding officer, his heart heavy with disappointment. His salamander, sensing his distress, curled tighter around his neck, its warmth offering little comfort.
"I'm sorry, soldier," the officer said, genuine regret in his voice. "But given recent events, Von Elio has ordered a review of all promotions and invocation distributions. Your level 3 invocation... it's been put on hold indefinitely."
Milo nodded, trying to hide his disappointment. "I understand, sir. The city's safety comes first."
As he left the officer's quarters, Milo couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. The bright future he had envisioned, the promises of power and advancement, now seemed like distant dreams.
