Cruel and heartless.

Marshal Wu strode through the grand entrance of the main palace, flanked by his loyal right-hand men. His presence was a formidable storm, commanding an aura of authority and strength. As they moved forward, the palace staff cowered and retreated into the shadows, fearful of drawing his gaze.

He was on a mission, eyes focused on the task at hand: to find the Imperial Lord. The journey took them to the lord's private wing, only to find the double doors firmly shut. The sight of the unconscious Imperial Guards littering the floor sparked a flicker of concern in Marshal Wu's steely demeanour. His brow furrowed as he swiped the universal card through the lock, but the doors remained resolutely closed.

"Open it," he commanded, a mere whisper of authority underlying his words. One of his men immediately stepped forward, quickly hacking the system. Within seconds, the doors creaked open, revealing an unnervingly silent foyer.