Chapter 44: General Muerte

The office of General Muerte was a fortress of authority and intimidation, a dark sanctuary where power was wielded with ruthless precision. The room was shrouded in perpetual twilight, the heavy drapes drawn tightly over the tall windows, allowing only the faintest hints of daylight to seep through. This dim ambience was punctuated by the occasional glint of light reflecting off the array of ancient weapons and advanced quantum technology that lined the walls—each a testament to Muerte’s numerous victories and conquests.

Behind a grand, intricately carved desk sat General Muerte, a figure whose mere presence could command silence and obedience. The desk, a relic of a bygone era combined with modern enhancements, was adorned with meticulous stacks of reports and documents, all organized with military precision. Muerte himself was an imposing figure, his broad shoulders and chiselled features giving him an almost statuesque quality. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, were the eyes of a m