Chapter 107: The Favor (5)
The night air was cool and carried with it the faint scent of damp earth. Michael leaned against a weathered wooden post, his gaze fixed on Alex's trembling figure. The boy's sword whistled through the silence, each swing more desperate than refined.
Commander Alexander…
Michael's mind wandered, not to the boy before him, but to the figure etched into memory from countless hours of gameplay.
Alexander. One of the Seven Spears of the Royal Guard. The youngest commander in the kingdom's history. A man who, in the endgame, led the charge alongside the Heroes against the Demon King himself.
Michael could still recall the battlefield cutscene—thousands of armored knights, their banners snapping in the wind, standing against a sea of snarling demons. At their head stood Alexander, clad in silver-and-crimson armor, his voice booming across the plains.
"All soldiers!" His words had trembled even the screen in Michael's past life.