War was a terrifying event no matter how much one embellished it with all sorts of fancy garnishments and ornate wordings. Corpses were scattered into pieces, blood sprayed in the air, and lives were squashed. The battlefield could be said to be a place where fear lived and breathed, as people would lose one of their most treasured goods–their own lives–by the tens and hundreds of thousands.

Naturally, soldiers entered the battlefield with anxiety filling them from head to toe. But even though their hearts were gripped by fear, humans were adaptable creatures. The soldiers soon became used to this intense emotion that clenched their chests. It was the same for the Steelwall soldiers who watched the advance of the allied forces. They also felt nervous, and fear still lived in their hearts. They had become quite used to fighting the allied forces by now, but today, it seemed like the dulled emotions they had felt during their first battle were taking control over them once again.

“…I thought so. Those guys look different from before, don’t they?”

“Damn it. I kept telling myself it’s my imagination, but you ruined it.”

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