If someone had passed by from afar and looked at the battlefield at that moment…
They would've thought this wasn't a war…
But a chaotic stage play…
Written by someone who lost his mind halfway through the sentence.
.
The air was saturated with the smell of blood.
The ground was riddled with craters.
And the sky…
Still carried the fading traces of that blue glow from those networks no one understood.
.
But—
Amid all of that…
There was something strange.
.
A brief calm.
Illogical.
As if everyone… had agreed to take a short break before going back to killing each other.
.
Suman stood, catching his breath, brushing dust off his shoulder.
He looked around…
Then said quietly:
"Alright… who's still alive?"
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From behind him—
The horned wolf emerged…
Or rather… what remained of it.
It limped, staring at Suman with a very clear look:
"I did not sign a permanent contract with you."
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"Don't look at me like that…" Suman muttered.
