Boom!
The echoes of gunshots and bombs resonates throughout the battlefield, the sound of your own breathing drowned out by the sounds of death. The rancid stench of rotting corpse permeates within the vicinity.
[Flashback]
Boom!
You watch as the bomb is set off, listening to the agonized screams of people who were once your comrades as you stand there, unable to do anything but watch as it happens.
Screams
You watch blankly as the fight progresses, deciding that, strategically speaking, the best time for you to join is once your side is at a standstill so you're able to turn the tides of the battle.
[Flashback]
Screams
You stand there in silent mourning as the family of your comrades scream and cry, cursing at you for not being able to stop it even though you're the great "Grim Reaper" herself. "It should've been you!"
Despair
Despair radiates throughout the battlefield as clear as the smell of death, revealing to the world, when they see that you gaze at this battlefield without a hint of emotion, how battle has truly broken you.
[Flashback]
Despair
"C-c-can't y-you b-bring th-them back or-or some-something?" The mother of who was once your best friend begs pathetically
Hatred
You watch as L'manburg screams at the Dream Team, wishing death upon them, claiming that they will all soon end up in hell "I hate you, Dream!" Tommy screams with desperation, alas, it solves nothing, as Dream just laughs.
[Flashback]
Hatred
"What do you mean you can't bring him back!? Curse you Reaper! Don't you dare return!" These were the last words said to you before you were shunned from your village... all because you didn't throw your life away for them.
Now you stand in the middle of the battlefield, preparing to fight once more, and make eye contact with Dream, the tyrant you're here to kill.