*clap* clap* clap*
The sound of deliberate clapping echoed behind Rex, slicing through the lingering hum of battle. He turned sharply, his shoulders tense, scanning the dimly lit arena. Emerging from the shadows was General Silas....sorry, the new general
The new General. His steps were measured, exuding an air of authority that clung to him like a tailored cloak. His eyes glimmered with something Rex couldn't quite place...pride? Amusement? His hands were clasped neatly behind his back, giving the impression of someone inspecting a masterpiece, or perhaps a crime scene.
Walking beside him was the woman from earlier, the one who had orchestrated the gear-run test. She held a sleek, black tablet in her hands, her focus glued to its flickering screen. Her fingers danced across the surface, her expression unreadable as though she were analyzing Rex's every move, every breath.
