The Grand Marshals had regrouped after thoroughly interrogating Anthony's teammates, extracting every last fragment of detail with precision.
Answers came easily, the team had nothing to conceal, and no reason to withhold the truth.
Yet tension rippled through the upper ranks of the military.
It wasn't every day that the Grand Marshals convened, not once, but three times in a single day.
A rare occurrence that spoke volumes.
Whispers circulated like wildfire.
Something significant was unfolding.
And the weight of it pressed down on every soul.
What truly set off alarm bells in the minds of many was the fact that the Grand Marshals themselves had personally interrogated a group of Lieutenant-ranked soldiers.
To the upper echelons, every detail screamed of impending disaster.
After all, the seven Grand Marshals answered only to three Warlords, and above them, a single Supreme Monarch.
