Fifty years—that was how long Eve and Eliya had been assigned for deployment this time around.
But with all the sudden changes in the war, which for some had begun as a fight to maintain balance or to avenge lost friends, family, or whatever else drove them, it was clear this was no longer the kind of threat they were used to facing.
What might have been a fifty-year tour with the hope of coming home had turned into a nightmare where many didn't even know if they'd survive the next moment.
With a year already gone since they first set foot inside, things had taken a dark turn for Eve and Eliya's company.
To make matters worse two other women had followed them straight into what was nothing less than a pit of death.
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The battlefield... the war, everything beyond the wall of death had always been pure chaos.
Even before the recent escalation, there had never been proper frontlines, organized formations, or commanders directing the flow of battle.
