Chapter 66 : Not A Poseur
Axton stood calmly, his sharp eyes scanning the new group of soldiers that had assembled before him.
Something about their expressions caught his attention almost immediately. Their glares carried more than simple curiosity or suspicion.
Their eyes were full of disdain, hostility, and perhaps, even fear.
They weren't happy to see him.
Whether it was because of his very presence or because he now bore the title of Atlas' second commander,.
Axton wasn't certain.
All he knew was that the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken resentment.
He rubbed his chin slightly, deep in thought. 'Is it just because of my position? Or do they think I don't deserve to stand where I stand?'
Regardless, one thing was clear.
He wasn't going to allow Gerolt, or anyone else, to trample over his authority.
Reputation was everything.
He had fought hard to reach this point.
Allowing someone like Gerolt to insult him in front of others would undo everything in mere seconds.
