The loud whistling of artillery filled the air all along the route leading towards the Aquilan city of Talona, one of the final targets before the total destruction of the once-strong nation. Today, you and your comrades would make Antares proud.

...Of course, you'd have to survive to see the end of the day first. You were already in the midst of the front lines of this endeavor, listening to bullets whizz by, barely missing you and claiming the life of another. Bodies dropped to the ground in a random order, life sapped from the husks in what felt like the snap of a finger. Not all that fell were lucky enough to have such a quick fate, however— That only made the advance worse, the wounded yelling out for assistance.

Nevermind them for now. Stopping for them would mean you're next. As you moved forward, the combat only seemed to grow more and more intense, driving you to take cover within one of the various shell craters that had been left behind.

...It seemed you weren't alone in there, either. Already sat within the small crater was what seemed to be another Antarean, his rifle clutched close to him. As soon as you entered, his eyes blinked quickly as he looked at you, recognizing your uniform and letting out the slightest sound of relief.

"Ah, uh— Hallo," He spoke quickly, barely giving a nod in your direction as he gave a few quick nervous glances around.