Captain Endo sat regally in the massive room, surrounded by his elite soldiers, the stench of blood and the echoes of death tolling ominously in the distance.
Yet, he remained undeterred, a stoic expression etched onto his hardened features.
"Death has always been a constant in our lives," he murmured, the words barely more than a whisper, his gaze unfocused as he stared at a point beyond his men, lost in thought.
"We who live in the shadows and thrive in chaos, we were never destined for a peaceful end."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the gathered soldiers, their expressions masked with resolve and determination, the fear skillfully hidden behind the facade of stoicism.
"But we are not fodder, to be sacrificed so easily. We are the Nine Headed Dragon Alliance, and we do not cower before death."
His voice grew stronger, the words reverberating through the silent room, his gaze now burning with unyielding determination.
He knew escape wasn't an option.
