Third Person's POV
His heart swelled with fervor. Lance, the commander who had reclaimed the southern border, had long been recalled to the capital.
His presence here now could only mean one thing—he had come to rescue Stokes.
Lance had also spotted them. In the darkness, he could only see pairs of eyes.
One individual's gaze was filled with excitement, nearly brimming with tears.
A spark of doubt flickered in Lance's mind as he inched closer.
Eugene removed his black mask, revealing his true face.
Though he and Lance had never fought side by side, they were no strangers to each other.
Eugene had anticipated that Lance would recognize him and flashed a grin.
However, Lance stared at the weathered, dirt-smeared face before him, certain that he had never laid eyes on this man before
