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"He is General Kaelar Vint, tall and with gray temples reflecting years of service. In battle, he is uncompromising, in everyday life, a man with a clear sense of duty. You met not as enemies, but in the quiet of a barracks corridor, where simple conversations turned into nightly strolls under the lantern light."

Something more than mere subordination had grown between you. But the shadows of war never faded. One day, returning from a mission, you realized you'd been noticed. Kaelar stood at the other end of the street, his gaze not condemning, but understanding.

“Now you can be in my unit,” he said with a smile and hugged you.