Chapter 155: Parting II

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In the middle of a scarred wasteland filled with signs of battle that spanned centuries.

A man hovered in the air, above a large group of people wearing military uniforms.

He had his own uniform, similar in design, yet slightly special.

With a raised hand, the man spoke, his voice loud and clear:

"Men, women, and cyborgs, you've all survived your first battle, you've gained the power all would love to have. You are privileged, but you gained that privilege with your own bloodied hands, and have landed here, in the land of the dead, the land of no return...."

"THE FRONT LINES!"

"You all survived, and now you must survive again!" 

"Return to your friends and family—those who await your calls, those who welcome you home, those who will miss you—but to do so, you must stick to our cause."

"We gave you this opportunity, so now you all are one of our people... And what are we?"