Ethan stepped onto the command deck, where the morning light filtered through the reinforced glass, illuminating tactical maps suspended in mid-air. Annie stood by the central console, her intense, split-pupil gaze softening into a warm, inviting expression as she noticed his arrival.
"Sit, Ethan," Annie said, her voice carrying a rare, gentle tone as she gestured toward a seat beside her. "You have been through a harrowing ordeal, yet your first instinct was to save General Boros. The entire Heavenly Sword Pavilion owes you a massive debt."
"I merely executed my duty as a medic, Sect Leader," Ethan replied, offering a perfectly timed, humble bow.
