"However, until we receive a reply, you need to stay in the camp, and you do not need to engage anymore, so just go and recuperate."
Ethan straightened himself slightly despite his weakened condition, and he gave a proper salute.
"Yes, sir," he said respectfully.
Then he slowly turned around and walked out while maintaining his composure, and his figure soon disappeared beyond the tent flap while the tension inside the room still lingered heavily in the air.
The moment Ethan stepped out of the tent, a wave of cold air brushed against his face, and the noise of the military camp rushed back into his ears while soldiers moved around in a hurried but controlled manner. The distant sounds of commands being shouted and metal clashing against metal never truly faded.
The atmosphere outside felt completely different from the quiet inside the tent, and everything around him carried a raw and heavy sense of urgency.
