Before Asher could proceed, a group of warriors training nearby turned their attention toward him. Their gazes lingered, filled with curiosity and perhaps a hint of challenge. Among them was a tall, muscular man with sharp features and an air of command. His golden armor and the insignia on his chest marked him as a high-ranking warrior, possibly a commander in the outer area.
The man approached, his steps purposeful. "So, this is the Magnus elite who's been assigned to the outer area," he said, his tone laced with mild amusement. "I'm Ardyn. Rank A, and one of the overseers for this sector."
Asher regarded him with a neutral expression, neither intimidated nor overly friendly. "Asher Magnus. Rank E, but I'm sure the ranking system doesn't tell the whole story."
Ardyn chuckled, his sharp eyes studying Asher closely. "Confident, aren't you? I hope you can back it up. We don't have room for slackers here."