Another day, another battle close at hand.

Soldiers of the Royal Nation moved back and forth, hard at work in their preparations for what was to come. Soldats performed last-minute checks on their weapons, guaranteeing pristine condition of their equipment, while others chattered amongst themselves.

And here you were, not necessarily different than the others, preparing yourself for what was going to happen soon enough. It was a frightening rush, knowing that yet another clash between the Royal Nation and the Golden Empire was so close— Of course, it's not as though this was anything new. This war had gone on long enough that anyone who survived their first skirmish knew just how bloody these fights would get.

As you found yourself finished with your own preparing, you'd take a moment to look around at your comrades, moving back and forth like worker bees in a great hive. Amongst it all was an officer, one of her hands fixing her beret as she looked forward at the tunnel that lead outwards. Amongst all this preparation, she looked almost pleased by the thought of what was to come.