Arc of the Souls Chapter 112: Arc 3, Chapter 35 - Cloud Rulers

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The area died a long time ago. Fires scattered across the autumn coloured glass with trees screaming as they fell. There was no saving the nature that Dark Intrinium destroyed without a second thought. The "peace" that they assumed was enough of a voice standing in the way of mayhem was just nothing but fuel to the fire. The fire mayhem brings is unstoppable until a miracle happens. Even if the miracle was God-sent and even if it shed light in this dark path they were walking down... the fires of mayhem burned in an unsightly manner that not even a miracle can undo. Such was the way of war. And a Soul-Core Elite thought exactly. A long, silky light pink hair fluttered in the wind, cascading distorted shadows against the Soul-Core Elite's war-torn form. She walked across the quiet yet fiery clearing, batting no eye to who fell. She couldn't waver. She had a mission and it didn't include helping the weak who've fallen. Those who have fallen stay fallen, best let them rest in peace. "Losin." Peace knows no limits, but Destruction breaks them. The Elite stared at her feet as she saw a poor Soul-Core soldier bleed out from the abdomen, reaching to her for a hand. .:. It's... I'm... I didn't want for this to happen. .:. "Losin..." Blood, streaming down his chin, with a defeated look on his face. He was done for, no point in fighting anymore. The hole that zoomed in on his moving intestines was the reason he was reaching for a hand to help him. A helping hand, literally. To keep the intestines inside his body. That's all the soldier wished for as he lay there in the grass, getting stabbed by every blade of grass. It hurt so much and all the Elite could do was stare. She didn't have a hand to give, she had no desire to heal. "Losin!" The Elite snapped her neck toward the sound that played her name like a broken tune. It was harsh and raspy, as if she awaited a reprimanding tone from her Captain. "Please try and focus on the mission." He stomped his feet, disconnecting any coarse, filthy, crimson-stained glass from his soles. The man furrowed his eyebrows, before turning toward Losin's widened face. "The Star Gazer are after the high-priority targets. Our job is as usual." "...Roger, Cap'n." "If you can take the right side and cripple any enemies coming from the clearing, as well as pushing back their infantry, we may gain the upper hand." Losin didn't answer back. All the Captain got from her was a lip-quivering look. It says that much of Losin's inexperience... Or better said. .:. They're all dead, aren't they? .:. Every blood-stained sand and grass the stepped foot onto. It's all hanging onto their uniform. There was no amount of scrubbing or cleaning that could make it look clean. And that wasn't the worst of it. The Captain and Losin stepped upon the carcasses of their fellow comrades, soldiers that once breathed and once lived, only to perish because the enemy deemed them unfit for their own cause. Those, unwavering against Dark Intrinium. They made sure they died horrible deaths. No matter who you are. You cannot run from the truth, and it will chase you. The Captain understood the horrified look on Losin's face; the corners of his mouth upturned in a consoling look and walked forward. "You cannot bring them back, but you can fight for their legacies." The consoled girl didn't meet the captain eye-to-eye on some things he did, but for the first time in her time under him, she knew he was right. And Losin gave her a subtle nod before turning around. "I'm sure everyone knew what they signed up for... But when you witness it in person... Doesn't that make you feel nauseous at all?" "I am well accustomed to it. As long as you're fighting to keep people alive... you cannot let the lives lost affect you as a soldier." "But..." The gritting of the teeth only made Losin's feeling of despair increase. The Captain simply sighed, turning toward his target while patting Losin on the shoulder. His finger moved toward his upper lip, eyeing Lo