บท 135: At the Akarios Island

Meanwhile, on Akarios Island…

"It's boring," the commander-in-chief of Akarios Island, General Harper, muttered as he sipped his coffee. The steaming mug barely warmed his hands in the chilly morning air.

It was early, and the sky was a dull, overcast gray, threatening snow at any moment. Droplets of cold mist clung to the windows of the command center, and the wind howled outside, carrying with it the promise of an impending storm. Harper looked out, his gaze wandering over the landscape of the Akarios Village.

"Well, most of the action is on the continent," said his second-in-command, Colonel Brandt, as he walked into the room. He gave a half-smile, clearly trying to lighten the mood, but Harper wasn't in the mood for pleasantries.

"Yeah, lucky them," Harper muttered, taking another sip of his now lukewarm coffee. His eyes remained fixed on the fog-covered horizon, where the incoming storm seemed to mirror his own frustration.