Behind Aro stood several individuals. The two closest to him were both of the Dorgarian race— Demi-serpents, with scaled bodies, elongated eyes, and slitted pupils that gleamed with intelligence. Their forked tongues flickered subtly as they observed Caesar with cautious expressions.
Haros, the more imposing of the two, furrowed his leathery brows slightly upon hearing Caesar refer to him as a prisoner. His voice was steady, but there was an undeniable edge to it. "Mr. Caesar, we are generals of the same empire now. We fight under the same banner, striving to contribute just as you and your generals do. It would be wise to leave the past where it belongs."
Caesar's golden eyes gleamed sharply as he lifted his chin, his voice carrying an air of unquestionable authority. "My name is Supreme General Caesar, or Your Highness Caesar. Understood?" His words were not a mere correction but a command.
