The next day arrived as quickly as the last but the usual enthusiasm that most cadets had, was gone.
Even the skies reflected the mood in the military base. For some, this wasn't the first time they had witnessed someone dying but the same couldn't be said for others.
The cadets especially had watched their friends die while they barely survived.
Each had felt powerless that they couldn't save someone important to them but no matter what they did, the past wouldn't change itself.
The higher ups at the base had prepared a sort of funeral for the dead soldiers and a promotion ritual for those who survived the attack.
Although the promotion was nothing but a desperate act to replace the downed higher ranked soldiers, thereby exposing a bunch of under trained cadets to even more danger.
But, in a way, this was what they signed up for. They signed up to help in the war against primals, not to be cocooned in a warm and comfortable blanket while others bled for them.
