Flames whipped at the air ferociously, charred debris was strewn around the once-beautiful city. People scuttled among the streets, screaming and wailing wildly. Bodies were littered on the ground, pierced into trees, and torn apart on roads. Field Marshal Sorrows searched the streets frantically, sweeping bodies and struggling people out of her path. She had ruined the project's plans, and now all progress was lost. Her differencing opinion wasn't noticeable at first, but it grew and grew, then caused this catastrophe. The necklace was gone. Well, it was somewhere here, but Field Marshal didn't have it.
The scent of death was easily distinguished in the air, almost as strong as the stench of smoke. The people had cleared out of this direction by now, so she pushed forward. Field Marshal Vega Sorrows was not one to give up easily. Dust whipped into Vega's eyes. It stung. She blinked and squinted her eyes. In the distance, she could make out a shadow. There was a faint blue around them. Vega bit her lip and advanced on the shadow. Bit by bit, she began to make out more detail. Then she saw the eyes. Oh, those eyes. Vega stood up straight and stared at the fully detailed being. She swallowed her nerves and opened her mouth.
"Lieutenant General."
She spoke clearly, with high authority. There was a noticeable disapproving tone. Lieutenant General begun to walk towards Vega. They had the necklace around their neck.
