'What a day…'
Sunny tiredly dragged his body back to the Rhino, wincing in disgust at all the bodies littering the ground. Why did Nightmare Creatures have to be so ugly?
'Why, do you prefer to be surrounded by pretty corpses? That would probably be even worse.'
War was ugly, and maybe… just maybe… it was actually a redeeming quality.
His soldiers followed him, just as exhausted. No one was seriously wounded, which was the best result Sunny could have hoped for. However, they were in no mood to speak.
Other fighters of the First Army, however, felt differently.
A buzz of voices surrounded them. The division was in the process of regrouping after the unexpectedly strenuous confrontation with not one, but two entire hordes of abominations. The logistics of the whole process were pure hell, which was only made worse by the strong interference produced by the Gates.
