A Great Talent

Durka lips curved into a satisfied smile, the unspoken acknowledgment from Aeryon speaking volumes. 

In that subtle moment, he found assurance that his intuition had not led him astray.

he is sure that he did not see Aeryon wrong

This young leader is ambitious.

As Aeryon carefully placed the scroll aside, his gaze returned to Durka, a flicker of admiration in his eyes.

  The silence between them held a weight of its own, a testament to the unspoken bond that had formed. 

It was as though their thoughts and ambitions had woven together seamlessly, binding them in a shared purpose.

Aeryon gaze lingered on Durka for a brief moment before he spoke again, his words carrying a sense of genuine appreciation and intrigue.

"You know something?" Aeryon began, his tone tinged with a touch of humour.

Durka met his gaze with attentive curiosity. 

"Chief?"

Aeryon leaned back slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.