As the resounding toll of the clock tower's bell faded into memory, our path led us towards an opened gate in the distance. We descended the tower and proceeded towards the gate, our senses attuned to the mysteries that lay ahead. The deserted army base welcomed us with an eerie silence, its emptiness making it apparent that something significant had transpired.
Amidst the stillness, we stumbled upon a communication room, its computers standing as silent sentinels to a world that had once been connected. The screen flickered to life, revealing the visage of the director, his countenance a mixture of surprise and recognition. His words, laden with curiosity, reached our ears: "Hello, friends."
But before the conversation could progress further, we stepped aside, unveiling the captive figure of the Dwarf inventor. The director's response was immediate, a salute offered to the Chief of the Inventory Department. "How are you?" he inquired, an air of respect underlining his words.