If only she could wipe that smirk off Zander's face, they would gladly do it. Zander's teasing and pride tested their patience, leaving them wishing they could vanish from the situation.

"Can you please stop? You're starting to annoy me," the narrator snapped, attempting to focus on physical exercises at the back of the base.

The area resembled a miniature garden, with carabao grass covering the floor and flowers enhancing the surroundings, providing a serene space for practice and meditation. Despite the peaceful setting, Zander persisted in pestering the narrator.

"Zander! Don't you have anything else to do?" the narrator inquired, frustration mounting. His laughter ceased as he hastened towards...