"What the f*ck is going on?" A deafening roar from General Victor echoed, instantly silencing the fighting soldiers.
All eyes turned towards him and Sarika, who stood resolute by his side. The intensity of his gaze bore into each soldier, demanding their immediate attention and respect.
The once-fractured city now fell into an uneasy stillness, as the soldiers froze in place.
Victor's stern expression held a mix of anger and disappointment.
"I asked once again, what the f*ck?" His voice boomed with authority, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. He scanned the faces before him, his eyes locking with each soldier in turn.
The soldiers shifted uncomfortably, guilt and shame etched on their faces.
Slowly, their fists dropped and the tension in their bodies eased. One by one, they straightened their posture.
