Damian's face was knotted in confusion, his brow furrowed deeply as if trying to unravel a particularly troublesome puzzle. His thoughts were swirling like a tornado, chaotic and unresolved.
General Sadistic noticed the troubled expression and raised an eyebrow. "What's the problem, lad?" he asked, his voice steady but curious.
Damian let out a small, frustrated sigh, shaking his head as he replied. "I know this might sound idiotic, crazy even, especially after all the time I've spent here, but it's been bothering me a lot."
General leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing with interest. "Go on. What's been troubling your thoughts?"
Damian took a moment, rubbing the back of his neck before speaking. "It's about Plot Armor," he said, the words heavy with the weight of confusion.
General's face remained impassive, waiting for more.
