Morning light crept through the curtains, pale and warm. The rays washed the room in muted gray. The fresh breeze blew inside, coming from the windows, though only open a crack.
The atmosphere inside Commander Duan's bedroom thickened with suspense the moment he called out the unseen intruder. Though struggling to lift his head, he still stared directly at where Ashrik and Isaac stood.
Despite the fact that the duo was still cloaked in concealment.
Ashrik stilled, his eyes narrowing as surprise flickered in them. Isaac stiffened as he shared the same shock, but didn't dare to make any reckless move.
How did he know they were here?
Commander Duan's voice was hoarse yet steady. "Don't bother... pretending. I may be weak, but my intuition... hasn't rotted. Come out."
The frail older man spoke with such conviction; his aura wasn't as weak as he appeared on the outside. He was indeed one of the revered figures who led humanity during the apocalypse.
