The last bullet, Malin sent it into the hands of a Chaos soldier wielding a firearm—perhaps one procured from the frontline earlier? Or maybe one he crafted himself?
Remembering the spot where the Chaos soldier fell, Malin began to reload while desperately trying to conceal himself within the trenches.
The sound of gunfire was everywhere, and although it wasn't the short, controlled bursts Malin was accustomed to, the rapid firing still crazily stimulated his adrenal glands.
