The soldier took a deep breath and looked at his comrades beside him, trying to see their faces, but in this dim, lightless world, the only light source left seemed to be the raging flames of battle.
Their faces were obscured by the shadows of helmets, covered also by wet mud, looking battered.
"Retreat!"
The soldier shouted at the others; the battle ahead was beyond mortal involvement as demons had broken through the defense line, clashing with the Peacekeepers. Soldiers like them would only be sending themselves to die if they stayed.
It was a true battlefield, with continuous artillery thunder, collapsing buildings turning into ruins, heavy rain flooding the land, and a mountain and sea of corpses.
"I said..."
The soldier wanted to hasten them but, upon finishing his observation of the battlefield, he turned around to see a blood-red face.
A comrade reached out, seemingly trying to push him away, but regrettably, he no longer had the strength to do so.
