Three weeks later, a very long line of cadets could be seen trudging through a misty marshland. The environment had this gloomy, greenish tint to it, and the ground was a treacherous, unstable mess of thick, black sludge beneath the green grass.
The long line of cadets looked like exhausted ghosts. Almost everyone was covered in dried blood, and the expression on their faces were just like the environment itself.
Well, it was expected, as the past three weeks had been an endless bloody nightmare, with lots of horrors and battles leaving their marks on them. The constant fighting had stripped away their youthful energy, leaving behind only a grim, thousand-yard stare that matched the murky fog around them.
