General Odin Frost strutted through the camp, his men following him diligently. It was a major difference from when he first joined the regiment, with other men glaring at him, whispering about how he was only there for his family's reputation.

The Frost family produced many good military men, pushing their sons to become the highest rank officers for their power. Not only that, but they'd cut off their own blood if they felt as though the individual did not fit into the family.

Odin, however, was much different. He believed he could make a change, come up with strategies that didn't require unnecessary violence. And people respected him for that, even though it took almost 15 years.

"Gather round."

Odin commanded, the men who weren't already following him blending into the line.