Pablo asked for the Egoes of all the hundred soldiers present in front of him below the stage.
The air was filled with tension and questions as to why they should risk their privacy and tell everything about their Ego. Even if it was their Marshal who was asking it.
They could tell Pablo briefly about their Ego but the man wanted every last thing related to their Ego. The strengths and most of all—the weaknesses.
Nevertheless, no one had the audacity to rebel or raise their voice against Pablo.
But from what they had seen, the soldiers knew someone among them whom Pablo would listen to, therefore each soldier's pupils went to that man.
Draxus Maverick. Or Draxus Wick, as the military knows him.
Seeing the soldiers' gazes, the man frowned. "What?"
One soldier spoke: "Sir, Draxus."
"Sir? You all were calling me Draxus a few days ago. And some of you weren't even calling me."
