-Third-Person Perspective-
The last infiltrator, having watched his comrades fall one by one at the hands of Johan Anderson, began to lose control of his emotions. Hatred and desperation burned brightly in his eyes. Cornered, he knew there was only one option left—a final, suicidal act.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small vial filled with a thick, dark purple liquid. His face tightened as he recalled the words of Dragonia's First Division Commander who had given him the vial.
"If you find yourself with no way out, use this. You will become our final weapon."
"Damn it…" he muttered, his hands trembling as he uncorked the vial. With a deep breath, he downed the liquid in one gulp, the bitter, searing taste burning down his throat.
