8

As Zylen Arvex skillfully unboxes the crates and tackles the myriad of tasks that demand attention, a sense of purpose washes over him. He sets his belongings down, diving into the work with a practiced efficiency that speaks to his dedication. In this chaotic world, Zylen Arvex has become adept at navigating the expectations placed upon him, finding solace in the rhythm of labor.

The sound of approaching footsteps signals his boss's arrival, prompting Zylen Arvex to complete his tasks with a final scan of the tent. Satisfied, he steps outside, eager to embrace the warmth of sunlight. But before he can fully emerge, something solid blocks his path, an immovable force that sends a jolt of panic through him. Instinctively, Zylen Arvex reaches out to steady himself, grasping an enormous arm, but the sheer weight of the encounter causes him to crumple to the ground.

In that moment of shock, Zylen Arvex makes a fateful mistake: he looks up. The icy gaze of the figure above him pierces through the haze of confusion—two dead, blue eyes that seem to drain the warmth from the air. The General has returned, and the realization crashes over Zylen Arvex like a tidal wave. He's broken at least two cardinal rules: no touching and absolutely no eye contact.

A cold dread settles in his stomach as he comprehends the gravity of his error. This is the moment where everything could unravel, where the delicate balance he has maintained in this unforgiving environment threatens to collapse. In the presence of the General, who embodies authority and power, Zylen Arvex feels the weight of impending doom. Is this truly the moment where he meets his end? The thought spirals in his mind, filling him with a sense of helplessness, as he braces himself for the repercussions of his mistake.