The light of stars, the dance of hell, the clash of songs. The might of a flame dancer. That was what the imposters felt, the human ones.
One of them couldn't help but remember how this happened. He couldn't help but ask who made this place so vile, this den of mad scientists and mass serial killers who call themselves soldiers?
All this happened when these fellows' bosses promised them protection, wealth, promotion, and respect from peers. Leaders, all-powerful and wise, convinced them to undergo this operation, not alone–but under the supervision of the highly proclaimed Yanza Kinara.
After all, under the protection and surveillance of the Most Dangerous Individuals in the empire–what the hell could go wrong?
'This was a wonderful opportunity!' or so did these sacrificial lambs assume. Therefore, with the delusion of grandeur and the dreams of partaking in one of the most monumental yet secretive moments–they mindlessly marched to this hellscape.
