Legendary classes were powerful, sure, but not omnipotent. No sane soldier would claim one person could shield an entire army.
Not unless they knew something the rest didn't.
Alex didn't call her out. Not yet. He kept his posture easy, his tone even, turning his gaze back to the treeline like nothing was wrong.
"So," he said softly, almost lazily, "try and get some rest, Aira. Tomorrow might not be so quiet."
She hesitated, just for a second too long, then gave a small nod. "Yes, Captain."
Alex frowned, scanning the quiet darkness.
That's when his ears perked up. A faint sound, too soft for an ordinary soldier to catch, brushed against the edges of the night. Fabric shifting. Armor brushing.
Alex stilled, his ability kicking in. He quickly ran the numbers in his head.
