Different Paths

The planes landed gracefully, touching down a hundred feet from the entrance to the Passageway. The vibrant green grass rippled like a sea under the influence of the powerful winds stirred by the landing aircraft. The sky above was ablaze with hues of pink and red as the sun set, casting an enchanting glow over the surroundings.

As the back door of one of the planes swung open, a group of elite soldiers clad in formidable armor disembarked in a precise formation. General Firoh, a commanding figure, was the last to step onto the earth below. He pulled up the hood of his uniform, completing his imposing look.

The plane's doors closed with a resounding groan as the hinges locked in place. The wind continued to sweep through the grass, creating a symphony of whispers and rustling leaves.

A young soldier named Justun approached General Firoh, who acknowledged his presence with a nod. Justun had a question burning in his mind, one he couldn't contain any longer.