The battlefield in the far eastern section of Karman Country could only be described as a maelstrom of chaos and fury. Freya, Ouroboros, Amara, and Clasius stood shoulder to shoulder with Viserin and his Turkin soldiers. There were more than ten thousand drone corpses spread around them, black blood everywhere, a sight that could only have emerged from a nightmare before the apocalypse.
Freya and the others were exhausted, yet they continued striking with everything they had, blasting drones on the ground and leaving nothing but dark, bloody paste in their wake. No matter how tired they were, taking even a moment of rest was out of the question unless they wanted to be ripped to pieces by the monsters.
