บท 99: Grand Festival 2

In an empty wasteland where the days go by under the blistering heat of the sun and the wintry, wet colds of night touch your skin, I found myself in the same haunting dream again.

'This same scenario… this same sensation…'

Holding onto the metallic weapon, that kept me safe all this time my hands trembled with each explosion happening near me.

Remembering the faces of the fallen comrades near me.

I fully realized, that I had not forgotten about this past.

"Hey, what are you doing? Get up you idiot!" a voice barked.

"But C-captain Tony, he—"

"Just shut up and run, you bastard!" came the harsh command, cutting through everyone's hesitation.

Tossing the shocked man aside like a mere sack of empty rice, the man in front of me looked ahead, his face a mixture of deep rage, regret, and acceptance.