Grand Marshal Anglius found himself momentarily at a loss for words, a complicated expression surfacing on his rugged face. The manner in which Cezar expressed himself, coupled with the unmistakable depth of wisdom within his eyes, presented a challenge that Anglius felt ill-equipped to overcome. Before him stood not merely a man but someone who had forged a hidden kingdom beneath the watchful eyes of countless enemies. In a world that had turned hostile, where every corner hid potential betrayal and even one's own people hunted him relentlessly, Cezar had not only survived but flourished.