Deep within the fortress, a one-eyed enforcer—his left eye torn out by an old grandmother—was walking slowly, torch in hand, guided by a voice.
"Keep going straight, then turn at the end of the hallway. There, you'll see a crack in the wall. That's where you must go to find the star."
"Major, are you sure that old legend is true?"
"Executed, soldier. Your mission is not to ask questions, but to obey," the voice snapped sternly.
"Yes, sir."
"And without that star, we won't be able to save the innocent civilians trapped under this crude illusion. For your comrades still fighting above, you must act fast."
"Understood, Major. My bad."
Of course, if an outsider had witnessed the scene, they would've been shocked to see the man talking to himself… And why did he seem to be answering the Major, when the latter was still fighting outside?
Regardless, the young enforcer picked up his pace, more determined than ever to complete his mission, no matter the cost.
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