"Take these traitors away and interrogate them thoroughly," General Leon ordered coldly, narrowing his ocean-blue eyes.
From his tone, it was clear that the interrogation would be far from gentle. The traitors would likely endure nothing short of hellish torture.
"No, no! Please, forgive us, General!" Commander Kyle and the other three begged in despair.
Seeing no reaction from the generals, they turned to their longtime companions.
"Rollin, help us!"
"Aurelian, save me!"
Their so-called friends scoffed, looking at them with utter disdain, as if they were no better than dogs.
"Go suffer in the cold prison for eternity, you vile traitors," they sneered, spitting in their faces.
The traitors were quickly drenched in spit, their humiliation evident as the Marshal looked at them with disgust.
"Go, seal their powers quickly!" the Marshal ordered some of his men.