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The helicopter roared as it descended in a spiral and landed in a valley, and before long, it arrived at the military hospital in a remote border area.
Frosty Summer was eager to return home. Before the plane had even touched down smoothly, she flung open the cabin door and leapt out at lightning speed. Yves King followed suit, jumping out of the cabin with a casual and comfortable outfit, his eyebrows betraying a mix of complex emotions.
Before him lay the undulating hills, and in the midst of this primeval forest, the overlapping canopies blocked out the sun. Returning to familiar territory, Yves King was overwhelmed by a flood of sentiment. This was the place for which he had once fought so hard, where he had poured out youthful vigor and sweat and earned the proud title of the borderlands' lead wolf. During those days, he was invincible, sweeping across the border regions. Those glorious times were indelibly etched into his life.
