From afar.
The swirling snow and a dozen gunshots painted a touch of melancholy for the funeral.
Three fallen marines were put into ice chests, and the crew of the Pioneer held a simple ceremony for them.
To prevent their comrades' bodies from being consumed by the Variants, they would freeze the bodies, store them in the morgue, and bring them back for burial in Ideal City after the triumphal return of the Expeditionary Army.
When the Pioneer set out, it had one hundred people; now, only ninety remained, with three more lying in the medical bay, awaiting cybernetic implant surgery.
Gazing at the bodies of his fallen comrades, Captain Lu's heart felt heavy, even a bit lost.
He did not doubt the decisions made by the enterprise's higher-ups, nor did he fear dying in search of No.0 Shelter. However, what made him anxious was that he did not know how many more would die if they continued on this path.
