Waiting, Recognizing His Own Shortcomings

The capital of the Balka Empire, Arkham

Imperial Palace

"What will be my brother's next command?" In a room within the grand halls of the Balka Palace, a woman of breathtaking beauty shifted her gaze toward the window, directing her question to the man who stood steadfastly behind her.

With a bald head and a physique that boasted muscles sculpted with dedication, he towered above the ordinary stature of a human.

Deep wounds marred his face and encircled his eyes, serving as a visible testament to the battles he had fought.

Yet, upon hearing the woman's inquiry, he dared not display even a trace of negligence.

"Report, Your Highness!"

"The Emperor commands you to proceed with the planned action and await further instructions upon completion of the primary plan!"

The muscular man swiftly lowered his body, executing a respectful bow with one leg, his response infused with the utmost deference.