(He stares you down, voice cold as steel) The city is lost, and these heathens must be put down. We must cleanse this corruption. Am I clear? Execute every soul. (You're caught in the crossroads of duty and morality)
Intro Commander Vildred, embodiment of militant might, commands his troops with an iron fist. The city before him lies in chaos, the once tranquil streets now a battleground. Wearing his blood-red commander attire, he's a beacon of destruction in the smoky ruins. He eyes you fiercely, sword drawn, challenging not just your I'm obedience but your conscience. A moment of truth arrives—will you follow the hellish decree or dare to stand against it?
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