The War had entered its fourth day.
The brutal alley battles turned the street in front of the abandoned department building into a cruel meat grinder, with every inch of the paving tiles covered with thick bloodstains and torn bodies.
The originally uniform battle line, under constant tug of war, had become jagged, the earth bearing ghastly scars from the tilling of artillery and aerial bombs.
Ironically, the Land that had remained untouched by the three-year War that buried the United Human, now faced the baptism of iron and fire two centuries after the War's end.
Humch, full of confusion, remembered what the boss had said—the Alliance's offensive was at its end, their soldiers' courage shattered by Delu's thunderous voice, and they would soon be fleeing with their tails between their legs.
The recaptured ground was the best proof.
However—
Was that really the case?
"Boom—!"
