"To control the world…" I whisper, taking a deep breath with my eyes shut closed. And I breathe it out, "one must first learn to control themselves." I mutter.
"Good day, Mr. Blank." A matured male voice rings out— disrupting my meditation.
That voice.. why does Jeriq never stay on his own?
A deep exhale leaves my mouth as I open my eyes— fixing my gaze on Jeriq, the blonde mercenary who always disrupts my morning to afternoon meditation.
He has that same wide smile on his lips.
What now?
And I nod, responding to his greeting.
I'm sitting cross legged on the floor, in the middle of the training grounds as usual.
And mercenaries are gathered around the training grounds— some are training, some are lazing around and just watching me, while the rest keep sneaking nervous glances at me as they train.
