But the feeling disappeared in the next breath. Commander Duan's eyelids fluttered weakly, as if he was struggling even to stay awake.
Even then, Ashrik shook his head lightly, actually wondering if his action yesterday had raised some doubts. The time when he used his wind to distract Mrs. Duan by sending an object falling on the floor.
If Commander Duan was still alert despite his frail state, his perceptiveness was undeniable. All in all, Ashrik wasn't afraid, even if the middle-aged man had caught the uncanny, invisible presence around him.
"They're here."
Isaac leaned closer to Ashrik, whispering just barely when footsteps rang from the hallway outside. In a few seconds, Mrs. Duan returned, bringing two men in soldier uniforms with her.
Isaac breathed, "Major Chang and Winter Fang."
Major Chang stepped inside, greeting warmly, "Good morning, Commander."
"Chang... good morning," Commander Duan coughed, his voice raspy.
