"Bring the controller to me. Now!" he barked into the device, his voice filled with urgency.
But the line was dead.
Frustration boiled over as the general continued to fight, his body dodging and blocking attacks that came at him from all directions.
His barrier flickered as he repelled the relentless strikes, but he could feel his strength waning.
One of the soldiers threw a fireball, and the general barely managed to sidestep it, the heat scorching the air around him.
With no response from his subordinate and no way to regain control of his soldiers, the general was left fighting for his life.
His strikes were growing slower, his movements less precise, and his breath came in ragged gasps.
He could feel his powers declining, slipping through his fingers like sand.
In a moment of desperation, he reached into his coat and pulled out a vial of bright red liquid—a high-grade energy potion.
