Amidst the ruins of a decimated city, a group of approximately one hundred cadets, now embodying the role of soldiers, proceeded with extreme vigilance, their weapons at the ready.
They advanced in a semi-circle formation, with their esteemed leader, Nero Dekrauf, leading the charge at the forefront, flanked by two of his five Lieutenants, William and Ella, who commanded the left and right wings of the formation, respectively.
Anastasia, her third Lieutenant, was right behind Nero, covering his back.
In the center of this formation, a small task force of twelve dedicated soldiers followed closely behind.
"Huaaaa."
With a deliberate and elegant touch, Grace lifted each strand of her luscious, blonde hair that gracefully cascaded down to her waist while suppressing her urge to yawn again.
Her skilled hands moved with precision as she deftly tied it into a tight bun, securing each strand in place while continuing to march forward.
