Anthony walked along the rows of shelves, his fingers brushing lightly against the spines of the books as he scanned the titles.
With a simple mental command, he activated his Authority of Information, allowing him to quickly locate some books that might offer insights into the military, a topic of undeniable interest.
He made his way to a nearby table, the soft echo of his footsteps barely audible in the quiet expanse of the room.
Settling down, he prepared to open the book, his mind already turning over what secrets it might contain.
But before he could even begin to read, a shift in the air caught his attention.
Ten soldiers, all of Lieutenant rank, had circled him like a well coordinated formation.
Their eyes, sharp and focused, locked onto Anthony.
There was a shared purpose in their movements, an unspoken understanding between them.
One of them, a man with a scar running down his left cheek, stepped forward, his voice calm but firm.
