On the green field near the destroyed military school
Strong waves of wind started to flew strongly making the situation tense trees bended at an angle because of heavy winds making the dark environment chilly.
"Let start the fun"
The old man with white beard smiled moves his hand to scratch his beard and looked at all who were present there
"Who was the one who call for red emergency"A man with small height and muscular build shouted while stomping his leg on the grass field.
The man was short his stature stood proudly in his military uniform crisply pressed and adorned with various insignias and badges of honor.
"OH oh you got your temper Garfield well who can talk about it is no improvement in your height like your temper in these past years."One of the men with red eyes and pale face laughingly stated
Garfield face became red like tomato full of anger after listening to his bickering about him,without looking to the face of man he knew who was the one said this he immediately replied
"David while you talk about my temper you should look out for yourself you also didn't get any weight you are just as weak as twig in front of me."With a wide smile on his face.
David at first glance, one might easily dismiss thought of him being in the military service as frail and weak, his thin frame and malnourished appearance suggest different meaning but truth was not this.
As there is saying 'you should never judge a book by it's cover' he was known for his speed counter attacks.He was also known as speed reaper among his rank.But he was also known as a man who invites flying arrow toward himself desire of arrow going in complete opposite direction.
A fire ignited in both of them fire started to appear in eyes of both but before it can even rise it was quench by the lazy looking man who wore a look as if not intrested in thier banter.He looked toward them and said
"Let's finish this fast I have to go rest."and started yawning.
In middle of this the old looking man pondering about something decides to join there playful greetings.
He looked in direction of the lady
"You are still young as you were then lyla,but I am still as energetic as I was in the young days you wanna try."
The lady with green hair possessed a strikingly beautiful face, framed by cascading waves of vibrant emerald locks that cascaded down her shoulders. Her skin was flawless, with a radiant complexion that seemed to glow with an inner vitality.
Her lips were full and plush, painted with a subtle hint of color that added to her allure.Her sharp brown eyes sparkled strength, with tender muscles visible beneath the fabric of her dress.
Her dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her slender waist and ample hips. Her bosom, of decent size, added to her feminine allure, drawing the eye
A middle age looking lady in her military attire giving a chill look toward the old man and in counter replies
"But you just became more old looks like you forgetten what was tou toung energetic form when your wife left you."
Old after listening her replies didn't even bother to talk more.He decided to tease her because in all of them only she was the one who has not married yet.
A man with burly hair man who was quiet all time His demeanor was stoic and reserved observing his surrounding His attire was practical yet well-worn, a testament to his years of service and dedication to his duty. A weather-beaten jacket hung loosely from his broad shoulders,
his keen eyes caught sight of the unfolding scene before him, a flicker of concern crossed his rugged features. Without hesitation, he raised his hand to silence the chatter around him, his voice cutting through the noise with authority.
"All of you can leave your greetings for later," he declared, his tone firm and unwavering. "We have other things that need our attention."
As the gaze of everyone present in the field shifted towards the direction where the burly man had pointed, a collective sense of apprehension filled the air. Their eyes fell upon a large gap in the ground, gaping wide and deep, its darkness seeming to swallow the surrounding light.
The mood among the group shifted instantaneously, as the playful banter and lighthearted demeanor that had characterized their interactions vanished in an instant. In its place was an atmosphere of solemnity and seriousness, as the gravity of the situation became apparent to all.
Gone were the smiles and laughter, replaced by furrowed brows and clenched jaws.
One by one every one starts to move toward the hole and stopped at the entrance they looked at each other faces and nodded jumps into the hole without a second thought.
All of them didn't even consider what hidden danger the
y might face in there but this was not there ignoring because one single thing which was power.
Everysingle one of them were commander
As commanders, they wielded power and authority that extended far beyond the confines of their individual domains. Their positions were not merely titles bestowed upon them, but hard-earned achievements earned through years of dedication, skill, and sacrifice.
To be a commander was to hold the fate of entire cities, even nations, in the palm of one's hand. With a single word, they could turn the tide of battle, shape the course of history, or bring about the downfall of their enemies. Their decisions carried weight and consequence, their every action scrutinized and analyzed by those under their command.
But with this power came a heavy burden, for the decisions they made could have far-reaching and often irreversible consequences. They held the lives of thousands, even millions, in their hands, tasked with the responsibility of ensuring their safety and well-being in the face of ever-present threats and challenges.
As commanders, they were masters of strategy and tactics, their minds honed to a razor's edge by years of training and experience on the battlefield. They knew the art of war in all its intricacies, able to anticipate their enemies' moves and outmaneuver them at every turn.
But perhaps even more importantly, they possessed a rare quality that set them apart from lesser leaders: the ability to inspire and rally those under their command in the face of adversity. They led not through fear or coercion, but through respect and admiration, earning the loyalty of their troops through their unwavering commitment to their cause.
In the hands of these commanders, a bustling city could indeed be transformed into a dead one but it was their solemn duty to ensure that such drastic measures were never taken lightly.