"Also... we'll adjust the other ranks," King Roderick continued. "Jian Gang at number two, Aseira at number three, Gariel at number four, Angelina at number five... Akiko at number six, Rashid at number seven, and so on."
"What about Anya?" Alex interjected, his voice filled with concern.
Anya chuckled softly. "Alex, you silly boy. That war was my last fight. My body can't handle it anymore."
"That's unfortunate, Anya... You were the one who could stop a bullet with your bare hands... and now you're like this," Jian Gang teased gently.
"Haha, those were the good old days..." Anya reminisced with a wistful smile. "My body was a great defense, but... maybe the muscles are just too old now."
A comfortable silence fell over the room, each hero reflecting on the sacrifices made and the battles won. The weight of the war still lingered, but a sense of hope had returned, a belief that a brighter future was possible.