Chapter 831 Guilty

Commander Taren Alaric, a figure of imposing stature and authority within the Celestial Platoon, strode through the corridors of the command center with a purposeful gait that demanded respect. Clad in the crisp uniform that signified his high rank, he moved past soldiers and officers, each of whom snapped to attention and saluted as he passed. Their gestures were met with a nod so slight it was almost imperceptible, a testament to Alaric's focus and the weight of his thoughts.

To the outside observer, Alaric embodied the epitome of military decorum and leadership. His presence commanded the space, and few could match the depth of his strategic insight or his contributions to the Platoon's victories. Yet, beneath this veneer of unshakable confidence and authority, a storm of anxiety brewed, hidden from the world.