The world was disintegrating itself... just as it always had been. But to a young, ambitious man like Young Seun, it felt not like a cyclical fact of life, but rather an evil to be combatted. That's what made him convince himself that he needed to go fight this war. Against the Monolythes.... the scum. Not only that, he had convinced his childhood best friend to leave his young family and come with him to this forsaken battle. 

Now they were laying still in a field of rotting corpses, pretending to be dead so that the human vultures wouldn't come around and stab them with their pikes. Just last year they were living peaceful lives creating crafting houses for their village, and now look what condition they found themselves in. And for what? Because a few ideological royals had from afar decided that SPAs were the way to go? 

If only Ole'Seun could make it out of here alive, he'd vow only to lead a life built ontop of what is meaningful. Not engage in petty battles, especially those of others from afar.  If only he could make it out of here alive. He felt his two bare hands.. they were still in working condition. He could still carry out a productive life. He just had to make it out of here alive. Then there would be so much life to live. 

But until unset, he had to appear as dead as the corpses surrounding him. In a quiet moment... where even his loudmouthed friend Monek must've lost the will to speak or whine.... Young Seun cursed Lord VUE through his teeth.