Grandpa Wayne was rushed to the medical sector without delay, his body carried out of the commander's office as the medical team moved with urgency through the corridors, clearing the way ahead while issuing short, sharp instructions to one another.
Felicia stayed beside the stretcher the entire time, her hands trembling as she held onto its edge, her voice breaking again and again as she called out to him. While Margaret followed just behind, her face pale yet composed, her eyes flickering between her father and the people around her as if already calculating the situation.
At the same time, Enzo was escorted in the opposite direction. Several Wayne soldiers surrounded him tightly, their grips firm as they led him out of the commander's base and toward the prison sector.
His expression remained calm, almost indifferent, as though nothing had changed, but his eyes stayed sharp, taking in every detail without missing anything.
