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In the aftermath of the shocking revelation, General Qin Mo decided to visit someone - confronting the traitor, Commander Liang, in the depths of the prison cells. The sun hangs high in the sky, casting its harsh rays upon the Milea Kingdom, mirroring the intensity of the situation at hand.

As General Qin Mo makes his way down the dimly lit corridor, his footsteps echo, matching the heaviness in his heart. The air is thick with tension, and the walls seem to close in around him, amplifying the gravity of the betrayal.

ραпdα- n૦νe|`c,0m Finally reaching the cell, the general stands before the iron bars, his gaze fixed upon Commander Liang, who sits in a corner with his head bowed. The traitor's once dignified countenance is marred by shame and remorse.

General Qin Mo's face reveals a mix of anger and disappointment, his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched. His eyes, usually filled with determination, now hold a glimmer of sadness.

"D...damn it!" General Qin Mo's voice quivers with a hint of frustration as he addresses the traitor. "Why did you betray us, Liang? What led you to this path?"

Commander Liang lifts his head, meeting the general's gaze with a mixture of guilt and resignation. His voice carries a tinge of remorse as he begins to explain his actions, his words laced with self-doubt.

"General, I... I was consumed by fear," Liang admits, his voice trembling. "The demons... they promised power, protection. They preyed on my weaknesses and exploited my doubts."

General Qin Mo's eyes narrow, his fists clenching at his sides. He leans closer to the bars, his voice edged with frustration. "And the information you shared with them, Liang? What did they gain?"

A heavy sigh escapes Commander Liang's lips as he reluctantly reveals the extent of his treachery. "I... I disclosed our troop movements, our defense strategies. They know our vulnerabilities, our weaknesses."

General Qin Mo's face tightens with a mixture of anger and concern. His mind races, contemplating the consequences of this betrayal, the lives that may be at stake. The weight of his responsibilities presses down upon him, threatening to crush his resolve.

"And what about others?" the general presses on, his voice firm. "Are there more traitors within our ranks?"

Commander Liang's eyes flicker with uncertainty, his body language betraying a sense of hesitation. "I... I don't know, General. I acted alone, but... there may be others. I can't say for certain."

General Qin Mo's jaw clenches, his eyes darting around the cell as he absorbs this unsettling revelation. The trust he once placed in his officers now hangs in the balance, teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

"Shit!" General Qin Mo's voice carries a mix of frustration and determination. He straightens his posture, a renewed fire burning in his eyes. "We will root out every traitor, every threat to our kingdom. They will not go unpunished."

With a final look of disappointment and resolve, General Qin Mo turns and strides away from the cell, leaving Commander Liang to his own remorse and regret. As he exits the prison, the weight of the situation hangs heavily upon him, but he remains resolute in his mission to protect the Milea Kingdom.

Under the scorching sun, General Qin Mo returns to his loyal soldiers, his mind swirling with thoughts of betrayal and the daunting task ahead. With each step, he strengthens his resolve to root out the enemy within.

As General Qin Mo's footsteps fade into the distance, Commander Liang is left alone in his desolate cell. The weight of his betrayal and the impending consequences bear down upon him, turning his once proud demeanor into that of a broken man. 

Liang slumps against the cold stone wall, his shoulders sagging and his eyes filled with regret. He lets out a bitter curse, his words filled with self-loathing and anger.

"Damn it! How could I have fallen for their tricks?" Liang's voice quivers with a mix of frustration and remorse. "I was weak, blind to the consequences of my actions. Fuck!"

His voice echoes through the empty cell, a testament to the torment that consumes him. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, gripping it tightly as if trying to grasp onto the fleeting moments of his former life.

"Why did I let them tempt me?" Liang's voice is laced with desperation. "They promised power, protection. I was a fool to believe their lies. Shit!"

Liang's gaze turns towards the narrow window high above, his eyes fixated on the sliver of sunlight that manages to penetrate the darkness. He wonders if the demons will come to his aid, if they will save him from the impending punishment that awaits traitors like him.

Will I see the sun rise tomorrow? The question hangs heavy in Liang's mind, his heart pounding with anxiety. The fear of execution looms over him, a grim reminder of the irreversible consequences of his betrayal.

His body trembles with a mix of fear and regret. He paces back and forth within the confines of the cell, his movements restless and agitated. Each step echoes in the silence, magnifying the weight of his thoughts.

Liang's gaze falls upon the metal bars that separate him from the outside world. He reaches out, gripping them tightly, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his emotions.

"Will they come for me?" Liang's voice is filled with a desperate plea, his eyes searching for a sign of hope. "Will they grant me a second chance? Please..."

Silence greets his plea, broken only by the distant sounds of the fortress and the harsh reality of his confinement. The sun's rays cast long shadows across the cell, as if foreshadowing the darkness that awaits.

In that moment, Commander Liang is left to confront the consequences of his actions, the harsh reality of his betrayal. The weight of his decisions bears down upon him, threatening to crush his spirit entirely.

With a heavy sigh, Liang slumps to the ground, his face buried in his hands. The echoes of his curses fade into the stillness, leaving him to contemplate the uncertain future that lies ahead.

The sun, relentless in its presence, continues its journey across the sky, indifferent to the inner turmoil and anguish of a fallen officer.