It was quiet, for once.

Well, quiet really isn't the right word for it— The hustle and bustle of soldiers still filled the air, the chatter of those who fight for the Royal Nation filling the air in the base. It was moreso peaceful, really— Right now, a time of celebration was at hand. Another successful victory over the Golden Empire had played out, and with thst victory came the spoils of whatever the cultists had left behind in their escape. That meant any food they had, any beverages they'd abandoned, and many more delightful goods.

So, as of now, life was better than usual. Lively talk filled the space, smiling faces all around for once, rather than the constant looks of anticipation for what was to come. It was nice, that was for certain. As you made your way through the wide variety of soldiers enjoying themselves, a particular sight caught your eye— One of the Soldats, leaned up against a pillar, his head tilted downwards. His rifle rested beside him, leaned against the pillar as well, carefully positioned as to keep it out of the way.

It seemed that the soldat was asleep.