The Harbinger of chaos

Betrayed Fort

The medical team swiftly carried Captain Reagan into a designated room for immediate treatment. General Minerva paced anxiously, her frustration evident.

General Minerva: (angry) How could this happen within our own ranks? We must find out the extent of this betrayal.

Major Nova, maintaining composure, tried to reassure General Minerva.

Major Nova: (calm) We will investigate, General. Right now, our priority is to ensure everyone receives proper medical attention.

As the wounded soldiers were laid out, the room became a temporary infirmary. Beth, Camilla, and Bethany, conscious but weakened, exchanged concerned glances. Captain Reagan, though in pain, tried to gather information.

Captain Reagan: (strained) Find... Millie. We need to know what they want.

General Minerva: (determined) We will, Captain. Major Nova, coordinate with the remaining soldiers. We must be prepared for any further attacks.

While the medical team tended to the wounded, the fort remained on high alert, grappling with the aftermath of the betrayal. The unity of Fort Shield had been shaken, and questions loomed about the true motives of the macabress within their midst.

Lieutenant Colonel Amelia Drake entered the room with a tray of potions, her expression serious. She glanced at Captain Reagan with concern, then proceeded to explain the nature of the medicine.

Lieutenant Colonel Drake: Captain Reagan, I have a potion here called "Etheralix." It's a potent remedy, but I won't lie; it can be intense. It's our best shot at easing your pain and speeding up the healing process.

Captain Reagan, bracing herself, nodded in understanding. Lieutenant Colonel Drake carefully administered the Etheralix, and almost immediately, a faint glow surrounded Captain Reagan's wounds.

Captain Reagan: (grimacing) That's... strong.

Lieutenant Colonel Drake: It works swiftly. Rest assured, Captain, we'll do everything we can to get you back on your feet.

As the Etheralix took effect, Captain Reagan's pain began to subside. The room remained tense, the wounded soldiers receiving medical care while the fort stayed on high alert, awaiting General Minerva's orders on the next course of action.

General Minerva's anger echoed through the room as she spoke passionately in Spanish, her words carrying a weight of frustration and rage. The other officers exchanged concerned glances, knowing the severity of the situation.

General Minerva: (in Spanish) Azrael ha cruzado la línea. Este acto no quedará impune. (Azrael has crossed the line. This act will not go unpunished.)

Brigadier General Valentina Irons: Minerva, we understand your anger, but we need a plan. Azrael has Millie, and we can't afford to act recklessly.

Major General Roxanne Havenshield: We need to assess the situation, gather intelligence, and formulate a strategy. The safety of the fort and its soldiers is our top priority.

Lieutenant General Helena Winters: We have to be smart about this. Azrael has proven to be cunning and dangerous.

General Minerva, though furious, reluctantly nodded, acknowledging the need for a strategic approach.

General Minerva: (in Spanish) Tienen razón. Pero asegúrense de que cada recurso esté dedicado a encontrar a Millie. (You're right. But make sure every resource is dedicated to finding Millie.)

As the officers continued their meeting, the urgency of the situation became palpable, and the fort remained on edge, determined to rescue Millie from the clutches of Azrael Dreadfyre.

Captain Reagan winced in pain as she struggled to speak, her injuries clearly taking a toll on her. Beth, concerned and determined, leaned in closer.

Beth Swythe: Captain, is there anything you need? You look like you're in a lot of pain.

Captain Reagan managed a weak smile, her voice strained but resolute.

Captain Reagan: Beth, we need to find Millie. I can't rest until we know she's safe. Gather whoever you can; we'll form a rescue team.

Beth nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. The bond they shared as soldiers pushed them to action, even in the midst of their injuries.

Beth Swythe: I'll round up Camilla, Bethany, and whoever else is fit for duty. We won't let Azrael get away with this.

Captain Reagan: That's the spirit. Millie is counting on us. Don't let her down.

As Beth left to assemble a team, the room filled with a sense of purpose. The wounded soldiers, despite their pain, found strength in the mission ahead – a mission to bring Millie back safely.

Beth Swythe raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and irritation evident on her face as the girl confronted her. The words hung in the air, questioning her sincerity.

Girl: Beth, when did you suddenly start caring about Millie?

Beth, though taken aback, didn't hesitate to respond, her tone laced with a touch of defiance.

Beth Swythe: Look, I don't need to explain myself to you. Millie is one of us, and right now, she needs our help. Are you in or not?

First Lieutenant: (firmly) Enough! This is not the time for petty squabbles. We have a fellow soldier missing, and I won't tolerate any disruptions. Beth is leading this mission, and you will follow orders.

The girl, now silenced by the stern reprimand, nodded reluctantly. First Lieutenant's presence demanded respect, and her words had the intended effect of restoring order among the team.