Winston's POV
The night hung heavy with tension as I sat on my throne , contemplating the monumental task ahead. Yet, the source of all this chaos was no other person but Jameson. I had a simple mission, to stop him. But there was a catch, one that gnawed at my conscience. I couldn't hurt anyone in the process. That moral constraint was both my strength and my burden.
Turning to face Darius' men, I couldn't help but feel the weight of their expectations. They were hardened soldiers, battle-worn and loyal to the core. I needed their help, their expertise, but I also needed their restraint. A difficult balance to strike.
I cleared my throat, breaking the silence that enveloped us. "Gentlemen, we have a daunting task ahead of us. Stopping Jameson without causing harm is no small feat. But
