Aaron assumed another identity using the phantom mask, strolling leisurely through the ruined city. His steps were unhurried, each footfall crunching softly over debris scattered across the cracked streets, his eyes scanning the devastation with calculated indifference. His purpose was clear: to locate General Maxwell amid the chaos of the aftermath.
He found General Maxwell tending to the wounded soldiers, his hands steady as he bandaged injuries and offered words of encouragement.
"You were easy to find. I kept my promise. I hope you will be keeping yours," Aaron said to the general, his voice calm and laced with subtle authority, standing just a few paces away under the dim light filtering through the shattered buildings.
"Who are you?" General Maxwell asked, turning to look at Aaron with confusion clouding his eyes. He straightened up slowly, wiping his hands on his trousers, his brow furrowing as he tried to place the unfamiliar face before him.
