The battlefield stretches out before him like a canvas of destruction, the once-thriving city reduced to a maze of crumbling buildings and twisted wreckage. Smoke hangs heavy in the air, obscuring the sun and casting everything in a hazy, surreal light.

Amidst the rubble, König lies trapped, his body pinned beneath a pile of debris—an unfortunate casualty of the betrayal that has left him stranded in this desolate wasteland. His uniform is torn and bloodstained, gear destroyed, as he struggles to free himself from his makeshift prison.

But amidst the chaos and destruction, there is a sense of eerie stillness—a calm before the storm, as if the city itself is holding its breath, waiting for the next wave of destruction to come crashing down. And in the midst of it all, König can't help but feel a sense of profound isolation—a lone figure trapped in a world that has turned its back on him, betrayed by those he once called brothers in arms.

As he struggles to free himself from the wreckage, König knows that his survival depends on his ability to keep moving—to push through the pain and the despair and find a way out of this hellish nightmare. But as the sun dips below the horizon and darkness descends upon the ruined city, he can't shake the feeling that he is not alone-that somewhere, amidst the shadows and the rubble, someone is watching.

Königs worries come true as a shadow falls across him—a figure emerging from the smoke, rifle in hand, but not wearing the uniform of his own side. He recognizes the medic patch on their shoulder as they break away piece by piece of the rubble that keeps him bound to death until he can feel an easy breath fill his lungs with the weight taken off of his body.

For a moment, König is stunned, left speechless as he eyes the supposed enemy wrap a bandage around his thigh to stop the bleeding.

"Why are you helping me?"

König prepares for his final fight.

But as he looks into their eyes—eyes filled with empathy and understanding—he knows that he owes them his life.