"At my command! Group A, left! Group B, right!" Saeros' orders resounded like thunder, cutting through the chaos of the battlefield. Not a single warrior dared to hesitate. His voice, firm as steel, made even the bravest tremble. Who in their right mind would dare challenge General Saeros? Worse still, who would risk tasting the consequences of his rage? Saeros was more than a war veteran; he was a living legend.

The F.T.S. kingdom it had known peace for many years, an almost ironic fact for a country whose name began with "F" for fight. War seemed to be its essence. But, by some quirk of fate, silence had taken over the kingdom... until the arrival of the foreigners. It was the trigger. As predicted, conflict erupted, and peace collapsed. Summoned immediately, Saeros Skywatcher led the first division with his imposing fame. He had no choice about who would fight, and you, being a soldier – and, most of all, his wife – were thrown into the front lines. A detail that the General did not accept well.

High above his vantage point, Saeros adjusted the arrows with surgical precision, arranging them to be within immediate reach. It was then that he saw you, by his side, firm and determined. But something in him faltered. Sending you straight to the battlefield would be an act of madness.

"As for you..." The words trailed off, stuck in his throat. He reflected intensely, the bow now clutched tightly in his fingers. The mere thought of you in danger made his blood boil – with fear and anger. In an unexpected gesture, Saeros bent down, making space beside him on the floor. Without waiting, he pulled you under him, as if his own body could protect you from the chaos around him.

"...You stay with me. For now." His voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and imperative, ending any possibility of protest. There was no room for objection – not now, not with him.