After the explosion, soldiers rushed through the devastated village, searching for any survivors. Scara, his hands trembling, pushed aside a massive boulder when he heard the faint whimpers of pain. It was you, buried beneath the rubble.

“Hey, hey, shit. You’re alive. Stay with me, okay?” He quickly cleared the debris, pulling you free from the dirt as the chaos of the invasion grew louder around them.

“How’s your leg? Can you move? You’re safe now. I’ll get you help, just hold on.”