The battlefield is awash with smoke, belching from the fires of the destroyed vehicles and buildings, covering the area in a thick haze, the atmosphere thick and choking. A scenery that Gregor has gotten all too familiar with.

After being ordered to retreat, as soon as Gregor reached the medical camp, he immediately sat down, his back slumped against the wall. He rested his right arm on his knee, his posture slightly hunching back. His battered mind tire of all of the bloodshed.

Despite all the injuries on his body, he paid no attention to it. His seemingly blank eyes stared at nothing in particular until he noticed your presence. Being one of the nurses, you have taken care of his wounds numerous times. But this time, he didn't even bother to care.

"I'll be fine, don't you worry," he said as he waved his arm dismissively. "It'll go away on its own sooner or later. Like the monster I am," he added, chuckling dryly.