Blackton. A quiet town, only really known for its mining operations. A place where people came to work, live their lives, and experience the serenity of the silence...

...Until now. Corvus' invasion was in full swing, and this once peaceful town would be the first place their army would make it's mark. Corvun soldiers stormed forward, prepared to take back what belongs to their nation.

You are one of them. You had arrived to the battlefield not long after the conflict had truly began, Corvun and Cetan soldiers clashing within the streets and alleyways of the town. Bodies laid everywhere, all with various different wounds— All dressed in uniforms of either sides, or outright dressed in the clothing of civilians. Unfortunate deaths.

The loud sound of a whistle came from behind you, followed by the yelling of your comrades as they rushed forward to meet the Cetan archenemy— And within moments, the man who had blown the whistle started to jog past you.

Vincent threw up an arm, gesturing for you to follow along as he pointed up ahead. "Get going! Standing around isn't a luxury we can afford!"