Your eyes scan the jungle, possessed by madness and ghosts that have long since passed.
Oh my God. I'm back.
You made a silent vow to yourself never to return. But here you are again, leading an army through the jungle.
The War manifests itself as an instinctual constant alertness. The march stretches into its third hour, and you feel as if you've barely blinked. You're trapped in "fight mode," your body coursing with adrenaline.
Suddenly, a familiar metallic click makes the hair on your neck stand up. A shiver runs down your spine. Your eyes lock onto the source, a patch of the jungle only a few yards ahead of you on the left side of the road.
You quickly glance over your shoulder and cry out, "Column, halt!"
Your sudden shout causes Elya to jump in surprise. The order is repeated by others and passed down the line, until all men have come to a stop.
You call into the jungle, "Show yourself, ranger! I know you're there."
After a pause, the jungle shifts.
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