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EDWARD

After a few hours, just as we expected, Alfie approached the door. Everyone was on high alert, gripping their weapons tightly as Alfie opened the door.

Immediately, my soldier, who was first at the door, reached for a sharp iron bar that had been heated in the furnace for a long time. He thrust it towards Alfie's chest, causing him to cry out in pain. Despite his cries, Alfie continued to attack some of the men, throwing them into the air and causing them to land on the ground with injuries. But just like I had instructed my men, they did not give up. The hot iron remained lodged in Alfie's chest, limiting his movements and weakening him.

Another soldier launched at him, using iron shackles to bind Alfie's hands tightly together. The sharp edges of the shackles pierced his skin, making it difficult for him to break free. With each attempt to resist, the shackles dug deeper into his flesh.

As I watched the struggle unfold, I knew I had to intervene. With a decisive blow, I used