Author's Note: Unedited Chapter
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The commander's once-pristine quarters were now a wreckage of destruction and despair. Gralix, the 87th Commander of the Gustavo Alliance, was bound tightly by Falco's dark tendrils.
His scaled body was battered and bruised. His yellow eyes, once filled with defiance, now flickered with pain and a growing sense of dread.
Falco stood over him with his dark hair disheveled. "You're not as tough as you thought, are you, Gralix? Let's try this again. Where are the other commanders, and what do you know about the two leaders?"
Gralix spat greenish blood onto the floor, letting out a hoarse growl. "I'll tell you nothing, scum. Kill me if you must, but I will not betray the Alliance."