Anthony's mind drifted toward the Warlords, his thoughts spinning quietly beneath the calm surface of his expression. He wondered how many questions they would bombard him with once he visited them again. He could already imagine the barrage of inquiries, the heavy gazes, and the subtle curiosity hidden behind their composure. A sigh escaped his lips at the thought, but he knew he couldn't avoid them for long.
He had to meet them eventually.
After all, his parents and grandfather were expected to return by tomorrow, one of the key reasons for his own return to the military base.
'It's been a while since I've seen Grandma, he thought to himself,' his gaze softening for a moment as distant memories surfaced, memories of warmth, laughter, and that unshakable strength his grandmother always carried.
"Have the other three Warlords returned?" Anthony asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
