After a brief pause, Colonel Vazeryth's eyes fluttered open.
"Is there any detail you believe should be included that has not yet appeared in this report?"
He inquired, his voice steady and resolute.
At his words, the atmosphere shifted palpably.
The temperature seemed to drop, as if the very air had thickened with tension.
Yet Anthony's demeanor remained unaltered.
His gaze steady, his posture unyielding, his heartbeat steady and unaffected.
He stood, an embodiment of calm indifference, impervious to the subtle pressure mounting around him.
"No, sir. Everything has been detailed in the report"
Anthony responded, his voice measured.
Colonel Vazeryth's fingers drummed steadily against the surface of his desk, the rhythmic sound punctuating the charged silence.
"So, the Executioner intended to escape his confinement by transferring his soul into your body, then consume yours to seize your affinities, talents, and abilities?"
