Inside the office at Sena Army Headquarters, the blades of the ceiling fan sliced through the stagnant air, emitting a bothersome hum.
General Wula's stubby fingers pinched the latest battle report, sweat continuously sliding down his dark round face, seeping into the fabric of his uniform as dark stains.
"The rebels retreated?"
His voice seemed to squeeze out from his throat, and his eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. The coffee cup on the desk reflected his twisted visage on the surface of the thick liquid.
The adjutant standing in front of the desk maintained a standard attention position, his Adam's apple rolling unnaturally.
"Reporting to the commander, it's absolutely true. Three hours ago, the MLC frontline command encountered a surprise attack, Kandar's tent was hit directly by a rocket, his current status unknown."
