In the midst of bustling conversations and idle chitchat, a hush fell upon the crowd as echoing footsteps resonated across the expansive grounds.
Suddenly, a path seemed to materialize through the midst of the gathering, parting the throng and revealing a figure cloaked in black attire. Her blonde tresses danced like golden flames in response to the breeze, while the scent of a smoldering cigar wafted through the air, adding a touch of intrigue to her presence.
With an air of authority, she ascended a small platform that had been erected, the stage a pedestal for her message.
A hushed wave of recognition rippled through the entire assembly as the army stood as one, saluting their commanding figure – Cynthia Richard.
Just below her elevated perch stood the steadfast general of the army, flanked by three dedicated lieutenant generals.
