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... ve become too far to reach.

Pale corpses covered the road. Blood flowed nonstop, accompanied by cries of pain.

“…I’m sorry.”

I couldn’t save them. Too many bodies had their eyes opened, unable to rest in peace. Then, another set of eyes locked onto me. Some were filled with hope, and some with an indescribable anguish.

“Hero.”

A soldier called out to me. His waist had been cut off, leaving only the upper half of his body hanging limply. I staggered over to ...

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