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As the heavy sound of one locked prison door after another echoed through the cold corridor, Alixia, Taktron, and Karenmu were each pushed into their respective cells by Jojo Vich's soldiers. Thick walls separated these cells, preventing them from seeing each other and cutting off all lines of sight. The only means of connection left to them was their voices. This design deepened their sense of loneliness, isolating each person in their own small universe, only able to perceive each other's presence through the faint sounds transmitted by the walls.
Jojo Vich stood outside the cells, his gaze sweeping over the just-closed doors, confirming that the four individuals had all been successfully imprisoned. A cold smile appeared on his face. He then issued orders to the soldiers remaining on the scene, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority: "Get ready to embrace your life in prison... members of the mercenary group." His words were like a final judgment, sealing John and their fates within these dark cells.
After speaking, Jojo Vich turned and left, leaving several soldiers to guard outside the prison cell. Their footsteps gradually faded away until they completely disappeared at the other end of the corridor, leaving behind only silence and darkness. John and his teammates began their long and uncertain prison life in this silent space, each filled with uncertainty about the future and a longing for freedom. In this loneliness and darkness, they could only rely on each other, using their voices to resist this despair.
Alixia's anger burned like a raging flame as she angrily reached for the collar around her neck, a specially designed suppressor emitting a faint dark red light, created to suppress her powerful psychic abilities. She felt a sense of powerlessness like never before, as the collar acted as an invisible barrier, separating her from her abilities.
In a mix of helplessness and anger, Alixia exerted all her strength to pound her fist against the cold, hard wall, emitting a dull thud. Ignoring the potential harm to herself, she only wanted to vent her anger and frustration in this way. Immediately, she shouted at John, "Damn it! What do we do now!" Her voice was filled with urgency and resentment, as if her emotions were trying to penetrate the thick wall and reach John.
Alixia's roar echoed through the dark and narrow corridor, her rage and despair standing out starkly in the silent prison. Almost as soon as her voice fell, a soldier's voice immediately reprimanded her, "No talking!" This stern command was like a bucket of cold water, suppressing everyone's emotions once again. But Alixia's defiance and anger had already left an indelible mark in this dead silence. Even in this desperate prison, she still held onto her desire for freedom and the courage to resist.
John's voice sounded particularly weak in the silence of the prison, but it carried a hint of soothing gentleness: "Stay calm, Alixia. Our Governor surely has other plans for us..." His words flowed slowly, attempting to ignite a spark of reason in Alixia's heart. John continued, "He still has a use for us, so save your strength... I can sense it's a thankless task." In the midst of darkness and despair, John tried to find a glimmer of hope for their situation through his speculation and composure.
Upon hearing John's words, although the anger in her heart had not subsided, Alixia realized that futile resistance would only deplete her precious strength. Her emotions gradually shifted from anger to a sense of helpless acceptance. So, she sat cross-legged, suppressing her anger temporarily. Despite her body being still on the cold floor of the cell, her heart was still in turmoil, filled with uncertainty and worry about the future.
At this moment, John and Alixia are both facing their difficulties in their own ways. John chooses to stay calm and rational, trying to find a glimmer of hope, while Alixia temporarily suppresses her anger and frustration, waiting for an opportunity. In this dark prison, they both understand that only by staying calm can they find a way to overcome their difficulties.
In this cold prison, everyone is facing their difficulties in their own ways. Karenmu, the warrior with a mechanical arm, now appears incredibly vulnerable due to the closure of his arm. He can only rely on his remaining physical strength, kneeling on the cold ground, constantly reciting the mechanical teachings in search of some spiritual comfort or a recovery of strength.
And Taktron, the technical expert from Tau, chose to sit quietly in a corner of the prison cell, with his arms crossed and a hint of calm and calculation in his eyes. His posture seemed to convey to everyone that no matter what challenges he faced, he was ready to meet them and waiting for an opportunity to arise.
John, on the other hand, sat quietly in the shadow of the prison cell, with deep and resolute eyes. In this moment of silence, he became even more convinced of his anticipation - that their situation would turn around, but the time was not yet ripe. John knew that the real challenge lay ahead, and what they needed was not just patience, but also the ability to seize that glimmer of hope at the critical moment.
These warriors trapped in prison, each in their own way, maintain a glimmer of hope. Even though their freedom has been taken away, their hearts still soar freely. In this darkness, their spirits are like bound flames, waiting for the moment when all restraints will be burned away, and freedom will be regained.
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