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"Nothing will happen today. This is an order. We have a military meeting tomorrow morning, and everyone must attend. The strategy we discuss is crucial, and those who do not participate will fall far behind," Hilbert replied calmly, a high-end cigar hanging from his lips, its faint sandalwood aroma wafting through the air. However, this familiar scent did not disturb anyone else.
Not just him; Freyr remained motionless with his eyes closed, still needing another thirty minutes of rest.
He would never abandon his post; that was his principle. He believed in leading by example to inspire the other team members.
Not only him, but Hilbert also stood still. The two of them were remarkably similar in their resolve.
If the boy remained still, he too would not leave his position. He needed to watch as each of his subordinates departed before he could do what he wanted. It seemed their thoughts were closely aligned.
After standing for a while, Freyr moved precisely when the thirty minutes were up. Only then did he step aside. Hilbert opened his eyes upon sensing movement and turned to look at the figure beside him.
Watching their retreating silhouettes, a glimmer of longing flickered in his eyes, but it quickly faded. He knew that this moment could easily be remembered by others, so he needed to suppress any genuine emotions; otherwise, rumors might arise to tarnish his reputation.
"Commander, today's battle was the most exhilarating operation I've ever participated in," Xiong Tai exclaimed excitedly, raising his voice above the others.
Freyr remained silent, merely nodding to acknowledge the opinions of those around him.
Their operation had been a joint effort; although everyone had their own ideas, personal opinions could not be exposed in light of the bigger picture. They all understood this. After the battle concluded, they were allowed to express their thoughts—merely commenting on the situation without causing discontent among others.
Moreover, they were always at the forefront of combat, making them one of the most authoritative groups in these battles.
They moved quickly back to their tent. "Let's all rest early tonight; we have a meeting tomorrow morning. Aim to wake up by six-thirty."
Freyr's voice was not loud, but he understood the last half of what was said.
At six-thirty, it was surprisingly early to get up. Although he usually woke up around this time, tonight was an exception. After having just won a thrilling comeback, he felt a wave of fatigue wash over him, making him long for a lazy sleep-in. He thought he could at least sleep until seven-thirty.
Their illusion had been shattered; six-thirty was simply too early and a bit excessive.
As he approached the bed, Xiong Tai suddenly spoke up, seemingly testing the waters. Freyr immediately responded, "Commander, I need to discuss something with you. Can we sleep in a bit? I feel completely exhausted."
"Are you tired? Then just rest; we still have to get up tomorrow morning." Freyr replied with his usual expressionless demeanor. It seemed like he hadn’t answered, but he had already rejected their idea outright.
"I'm tired, really tired," Xiong Tai whined, slumping down on the edge of the bed in a clearly exaggerated manner.
"I can see you're really tired. You can skip the meeting if you want," Freyr said bluntly, pretending not to care about Xiong Tai's plight.
The others were quite shocked but had anticipated Freyr's tendency to set traps; his words often had hidden meanings. They decided to watch the unfolding drama with a playful attitude.
"Hey, Commander, you actually agreed? This isn't another half-sentence trap, is it?" Xiong Tai asked awkwardly.
"By the way, since you understand my meaning so well, how about I let you take my place as Commander?" Freyr replied from his spot on the bed, his expression taking on a hint of seriousness.
The others immediately huddled together upon seeing the cold glint in the Commander's eyes, seeking warmth in their solidarity.
"Hey, Captain, don’t say that! Fine, I'll get up at six-thirty tomorrow. I feel full of energy now; I think I could go without sleep!" Xiong Tai stretched lazily, clearly pretending to be tired but now looking quite spirited.
He was indeed pretending to be tired; after standing guard for less than two hours, he shouldn't be that exhausted. A short rest would suffice, and they were originally supposed to stand watch until the next morning. However, due to the unexpected situation that had arisen, they only needed to wake up at six-thirty the following morning. It wasn't too much of a problem, and it would be unreasonable to linger in bed. So Freyr couldn't be bothered to respond; it was clearly an invitation for criticism.
He shot them a glance, silently conveying his thoughts, letting them figure it out on their own.
They were all adults; if their awareness was functioning normally, they would definitely understand what he was hinting at. Moreover, Xiong Tai knew well enough what Freyr's silence implied, rendering any further jokes meaningless.
They turned silently and walked to their beds, pulling the covers over themselves as they fell asleep. They had indeed been shaken up; the earlier incident had been far too perilous.
As the lights dimmed, the entire tent plunged into darkness, quickly filled with the sounds of snoring. They were clearly too exhausted. Freyr slowly sat up in the dark, scanning his surroundings. Although he appeared tired, he didn't want his senses to stagnate; resting in the morning would be sufficient. He regained his focus and slipped into a state of void-like contemplation.
In this state, it seemed unlikely that any other incidents would occur. The others had indeed fallen asleep, and he began to connect with nature in this contemplative state, gradually expanding his sensory abilities.
He reached the ultimate range of nine hundred meters for exploration; tonight was crucial for his progress, which caused him a sense of panic.
Fortunately, the night was still long. He began to make this night extraordinary. Coupled with his innate gifts and previous insights, although he felt stuck in a bottleneck regarding his perception, he believed that bottleneck could still loosen.
"What is happening? Why is it like this?" Freyr felt his body becoming lighter, an unfamiliar sensation that left him astonished. Although his perception felt stagnant, he knew that cultivating in a quiet place would yield better results.
If he couldn't achieve effective responses, he would have to disperse his energy to ensure that his previous abilities were preserved. These were the powers of Ability; without maintaining them, his skills could decline or even become useless—this was the risk he faced.
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