The deafening sound of a door panel shattering exploded like the death knell of the Grim Reaper within the despair-filled space of the conference hall.
The hall was dimly lit, reeking of a heavy stench of blood and an oppressive, suffocating atmosphere.
Seven or eight Northern Suppression Army officers, clad in standard leather armor but with their hands and feet bound and mouths gagged, were shoved roughly into a corner.
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