...In The Cavern
A young man, at 17 years old, with brown hair that covered his eyes suddenly got up from the ground.
He glanced around, his eyes taking in the glances of the various people surrounding him. They all looked dead.
Some had already died while most would soon die, but there was something unmistakable that all of them shared with one another.
They all had that dead look in their eyes, as if they had gone through hell, surviving but knowing that they would end up there in the end.
This young man was only rank 4, he had already capped a long time and was among those who had fought in the civilian-clan war. Lucky for him though, he wasn't on the front-lines in their brief clash.
It had only lasted a day and a half, with the civilians eventually retreating. But the amount of casualties the civilians had gotten where no joke.
