The General remained silent, the scene shifted to the outside of the mausoleum, where members of the Mingwu Clan fell one by one, turning into mist that encircled the island.
The Emperor slowly raised his hand, his withered fingertips touched the General's shoulder armor.
"Go back, take my place, and do not return henceforth."
Upon hearing these words, the one called the General abruptly knelt on one knee, his knee thudding heavily against the ground, his helmet lowered almost to the ground.
His voice was as if ground by sand and gravel, hoarse and trembling:
"Your Majesty, I... am powerless, unable to save you."
As he spoke, he suddenly clenched his fist, joints making unbearable creaking sounds under the Iron Armor, narrating the tragic end of this battle.
The voice grew increasingly faint in the telling, eventually almost turning into a beast-like whimper.
"I have failed your trust... unfit to inherit anything."
