"Ungrateful bunch of bastards! I will see to it that they are punished for their act of rebellion," the administrator said.
Anger etched deeply on his face, his cheeks flushing red as he clenched his fists, the veins in his neck bulging with barely contained rage.
"What now?" the administrator's wife asked. She watched the battlefield through the big screen in front of them, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and helplessness.
The display zoomed in on the frozen wasteland, the black ice glistening ominously under the artificial lights, a silent graveyard that sent chills down her spine.
"General, all of you should hold the fort. Our hope is on you," the administrator ordered.
His voice carried a finality born of desperation, his gaze locking onto the general with pleading intensity.
The command center seemed to shrink around them, the weight of impending doom pressing in from all sides, as the fate of their domain balanced on the edge of oblivion.
