Theron looked up at the General, practically having to crane his neck. He hadn't grown much more than maybe an inch or so in the last several months, but that still left him at 5'7". Compared to this behemoth of a man that was nearly seven feet tall, accounting for the heavy steel boots on his feet, the gap was too wide.
But that didn't really do much to change Theron's heartrate or countenance, and that was the very first thing the General was focused on.
The representative of the Zhen Clan opened his mouth to speak, but General Pennel spoke first.
"Who is this, mother?"
General Pennel tilted his head to the side, scanning Theron up and down.
Dean Pennel pouted. "You've forgotten about your own mother. Do you know how much pain I went through to push out that big head of yours? But you forget to greet me first now?"
"Ah…" General Pennel blinked and finally snapped his eyes away from Theron. "Sorry, sorry. Yes, ma, how are you doing? It's been a while."
