Andong City
War is cruel, but the ignorant always fix their eyes on the glamorously clustered top, neglecting the pain of losses regardless of victory or defeat.
Glory is always for the very few, loss is the everyday of war, even as the Justice Alliance destroys all in its path, Andong City still has many wounded soldiers.
Some severely injured, limbs amputated, meridians damaged, destined never to break through.
When the frenzy in their hearts dissipated, these unheeded fellows lying in Andong City also questioned themselves, wondering if travelling thousands of miles to join this crusade was worth it.
Most of the answers were negative, every one of them had thought this was a stage for making their name known before coming; who would have imagined such a tragic future?
Only when the cold water poured down did they reflect and regret, why didn't they stay in their hometown, in the familiar city-state, instead of blindly jumping into this muddy water.
