Leo woke up the next morning, feeling the heaviness of the day before still lingering in his mind.
The talk with Victor, the sudden proposal to appoint him as the commander-in-chief... it still felt strange.
It had all happened so fast.
Lying in bed for a few more minutes, Leo stared at the ceiling, thinking about it again. He wasn't someone who enjoyed holding authority just for the sake of it.
Power without a clear purpose was meaningless to him. But he understood that if he wanted to shape this place, to steer things toward the future he envisioned, he needed authority.
Not just strength — but position, influence. Without it, no one would truly listen.
And right now, this role was necessary.
With a sigh, he got up and moved to get ready. Splashing cold water on his face, he stared into the mirror. His reflection looked the same — sharp eyes, calm face — but inside, Leo knew a shift had started.
