Captain Barnes

Captain Barnes watched grimly, his gaze fixed on the lone figure standing atop the rooftop across from the building. He recognized him instantly—a man who had once fought alongside the General in the tournament, a warrior who could have quickly taken the helm as General of any other city had he chosen to. But instead, he had walked a different path. A rogue's path.

"I-Is that... Coco?" the President murmured, his voice unusually tense. He knew precisely what it meant to see that man standing before them. "I suppose he has finally decided to make his move."

The Rangers on the third floor, assigned to guard the President, felt a heavy weight settle over them. They knew Coco's name well. Although he rarely acted alone, his mere presence spoke volumes. He was powerful—dangerous. The kind of man who didn't need an army to change the tide of battle.

"It's him… What the hell are we supposed to do now?" one Ranger muttered, gripping his weapon tighter.