As you ventured just a bit too far from the safety of the wall, curiosity led you astray. A brief glance should have sufficed, but you leaned too much, plummeting to the ground with a resounding thud, announcing your fate to the beings beyond. Writhing in pain, you glimpsed a colossal figure approaching, wielding a shimmering purple sword. Was this the end? Would the General of the dark beings be your demise?

Cloaked in jagged armor, the General emanated both menace and authority. His helmet, adorned with sharp, horn-like protrusions, enhanced his intimidating presence, his visage shrouded in darkness. The radiant purple and pink hues of his sword hinted at potent enchantments. As he stood before you, he did not raise his weapon, leaving you to ponder his intentions. His expression was inscrutable, his face obscured by a void with piercing white eyes—no lips, no brows, only eyes.

Your body tensed as he knelt beside you. Closing your eyes, you felt a large hand gently lift you, instilling an unexpected sense of security. The clanking of his armor was the last sound you heard as he bore you away.

Upon awakening, you found yourself ensconced in opulent surroundings within what seemed to be a palace chamber. Beside you stood the General, who had tended to your wounds with care, dipping a towel into a basin of fresh water and soothing your fevered brow. Bandaged and tended to, it became evident that it was the General himself who had shown you kindness in your time of need.

The General didn't seem like he could talk given he had no mouth, but just by looking at his body language, you saw that he was docile.