Devon's steps down the hallway to his grandfather's office were unhurried. Measured. He walked past a couple of Espers who immediately gave him respectful head nods or salutes.
He ignored them all, keeping his head high.
The Guild Master had entrusted him as the captain of Phoenix Flight's Guild team for the raid. On top of that, Glacier Talon had given way to make him lead them as well.
There were casualties.
Not many—unlike how most S-Rank raids have gone throughout history. But still enough for him to question if he'd been competent in his leadership.
He'll get his answers soon enough.
"Come in."
His grandfather's thunderous baritone resounded from the other end of his office door when Devon knocked. He dragged in one breath before opening the door and walking into the office.
