The Commander General couldn't even form a proper sentence. How could he possibly endure the full weight of Kisha's suppression? He wasn't like Aston, who had endured brutal training, spilled blood on the battlefield, and stared death in the eye more times than he could count. Aston had earned his rank through pain, sacrifice, and discipline.
The Commander General, on the other hand, climbed the ranks using connections and political favors. That reliance on influence had made him arrogant, blind to his own shortcomings. It was no wonder Aston, despite following military decorum, held no real respect for him. He knew the man's nature, hollow authority wrapped in self-importance, and they never truly got along.
