The sky was clear blue. The roaring waves of the ocean calmly masked the storm that was brewing not far from its own shores. Obstacles were planted around a beach, impeding any ship assault that was to be carried out.

Saline water continuous flow through the obstacles, neither rough nor soft. The air was still and cool. It's the calm before the storm.

Numerous of landing craft, vehicle, personnels were making their way towards the Beach, carrying mostly URK soldiers and very few UNE troops. Throughout the other sectors, Allied forces were also mobilizing; forming the largest amphibious invasion in URK military history.

The LCVPs sped through the rough sea, spraying water as the bow of the boats dipped and leveled.

The scene focuses on an individual on one of the landing crafts; his hands trembling intensively. He unsteadily grasps his metal canteen with both hands, unscrewed the cap, and lift it to his mouth. URK Scout Officer Johnson Miller a human drank from the canteen.

It then reveals several other URK soldiers. URK Senior Scout Underofficer Bear demi-human Mike Horvath is putting chewing tobacco into his mouth and several soldiers are throwing up due to seasickness.

The Landing Craft Coxswain glanced behind him before turning to his charge. "Clear the ramp! Thirty-seconds! Gods be with you!"

"Port-side stick, Starboard-side stick. Move fast and clear those murder-holes." Miller ordered his soldiers. His instructions are clear: all you guys on the left; all you on the right, I want you to move as quickly as you can and clear out the enemy's bunker.

"I want plenty of beach between men. Five men is a juicy opportunity; one man is a waste of ammo." Horvath is referring to the Cross Army archers. He wants the men to spread out to better withstand the arrow fire.

"Keep the sand out of your weapons, keep those actions clear!" Miller paused briefly, "I'll see you on the beach!"

The soldiers are nervous, anxious because for many it was their first time in action. For some, they are only 18 to 22 years old. One is crossing his chest, praying to God, and Suka Luna kisses her cross necklace and mutters a prayer.

The assault whistle is blown, the handwheels on the bow door metallically rattle as the Coxswain lowers the ramp.

"Clear the murder holes!"

The minute the ramp drops, soldiers are immediately down by arrows and magical arrows. Magical black bullets whizzed through the air, embedding themselves into the skulls of the soldiers that were to be first out from the ramp. Swaths of landing crafts quickly had their soldiers cleared out by arrows, soldiers dying in droves.

The view changes to within the Cross Army bunkers, showcasing how much of an easy target the URK soldiers were to the defenders. Apparently due to the weather, it wasn't safe for aircraft.

Miller grabbed a soldier, forcing him to the side of their landing craft. "Over the side!"

Casualties were quickly mounting as soldiers continue to advance towards the Cross Army's defensive positions, cut down by hails of arrows.

"Over the side! Over the –" The sound of war was muffled as soldiers hit the waters.

Bodies and equipment sank into the sea, magical arrows tore through the dense water leaving a fine trail in the body of water – blood blooming out from their bodies, dyeing the sea in red. The equipment, alongside overeating before the invasion, sees many men and women struggle to get it off and down in the water.

It gets worse for one soldier, a Elf who drowns.

Miller wobbled through the chest-high water, carrying the soldier who he threw overboard with him. They stumbled over the uneven ocean floor that's littered with bodies and equipment, passing by soldiers taking cover behind the obstacles the enemy laid out.

Flocks of soldiers advanced in waves, continuously replacing those that have fallen.

The soldier, Scout Fighter Delancey, whom Miller was carrying, looked relieved having survived the first ordeal.

"T-Thank you, thank –" He was instantly shot dead by a magical black bullet from a Cross Army mage, sinking back into the water.

Miller stared back at the Scout Fighter, gripping the deceased soldier by the arm before letting him go. He hastily moved through the obstacles to find better grounds, all while incoherent chatters and magical black bullets and arrows ricocheted around him.

The beach was quickly turning red. Cross Army Archer(CAA)s mowed down the advancing forces, explosive magical barrages made landfall on the sandy beach, blowing sand and bodies in all directions.

An explosive magical spell fell into the shallow sea, not far from where the Miller was moving, causing him to drop into the bloodied water. Another spell exploded on two Barbarian tribesmen, killing and dismembering one while severely crippling the other.

Painstakingly did Miller picked himself up and crawled towards the shore, hiding behind a wooden beam. He numbly watched the chaos and destruction that was playing out in front of him like a silent horror movie. He witnessed a young soldier crying, cowering behind cover.

He turned his field of view and saw two Kitsunes from the Kitsune Empire and a flamethrower operator from the US running through the beach. The gas tank burst open, spewing flames that devoured the three of them.

A nearby explosion caused the Miller to flinch – Blood raining down on his face. The experience was surreal to the officer, watching reality played out in deafening silence or muffled tumults.

Slowly, he pries his eyes wide open, not bothering to wipe the blood that trickled down his face. A Lamia from the Lamia kingdom was aimlessly searching through the beach for her missing arm, finding it in the sand to which the she picked it off and hurried off to the frontline with it.

Miller tore his gaze away and looked to his side, witnessing a landing craft and its occupants burning with one jumping in the sea.

He then looked down at his helmet and shakily picked it up, pouring some of the bloody water out and placing it on his head. Miller came face to face with a soldier and stared numbly at him. The soldier was trying to address him over the sound of heavy fighting, but the man was unable to make out his words.

"What do we do, sir?!" The soldier mouthed. Reality slowly came back to Miller as his hearing returned. He was instantly greeted by the voice of said agitated soldier. "I said, what the hell do we do now, sir?!"

"Miller! Miller! Scout Officer Miller!" Horvath's voice managed to carry over the sound of friendly gunfire.

His training immediately kicked into place, "Horvath! Move your men off the beach!"

"Go?!"

"Go!"

Horvath immediately pointed at his men "Okay you guys! Get on to my ass! Follow me!"

"But sir! What's the rallying point?!" Another soldier asked the Miller.

"Anywhere but here!" Miller advanced alongside his men. Other soldiers nearby immediately took notice of this and advanced as well to keep up the offensive pressure. They paused to take cover behind the giant wooden beams of the obstacles that offered limited protection. "To the sea wall! Move up to the sea wall!"

"Sir, I'm staying!" A soldier who had taken cover behind the obstacles shouted back.

"Clear this beach, make way for the others!" If the soldiers don't move up, eventually they'll clog up the beach making reinforcements easy pickings.

"This is all we got between us and the almighty!" Another soldier protested, fearing for his life.

"Every inch-" An explosion cuts him off but continues, "-of this beach has been pre-sighted by UNE satellites. You stay here, you're a dead man!" He didn't stick around to argue with the soldiers and continued to advance, leaving them to decide their fate.

Bodies continue to fall from the firefight from the entrenched CAAs, who expanded their ammo on the onrushing army of the Allied power. As of now, it's a battle of attrition to see who would wear down the other.

"Mama! Mama!" He came across a wounded cat demi-human soldier who was crying out in pain, clutching her exposed abdomen as her insides are outside. "Aaaaggggghhhhh!"

It was unfortunate. He was not a medic, nor can he find any nearby. Picking up a plastic-wrapped M16 rifle of the wounded soldier, Miller wordlessly continued on.

Miller waded through the beach – a soldier accompanying behind him was unlucky enough to be hit multiple times by arrows. His death went unnoticed by Miller, crouching and moving through the hail of fire, finally meeting up with a group of soldiers behind a obstacle, carrying typewriters.

"Who are you guys?!"

"264th Medical Battalion, sir!" The soldier answered, not realizing there was a soldier in front of him who died taking all the arrows fired at their direction, essentially saving his life. "Here to set up field operations!"

"Get rid of that crap! Grab yourself a weapon and follow me!" The soldier complied with Miller's order without any complaint and took up a AKM rifle that was dropped by the very same deceased soldier that unintentionally saved his life.

A small following of soldiers instinctively went along with Miller. They came across US Marine Corps First Lieutenant Briggs screaming, looking at the hand that's supposed to be covering his abdomen.

"Briggs!" Miller dropped to the ground and crawled towards the Marine.

"Get me outta here!" Briggs groaned in pain, "I'm hit low! God!"

"Medic! Corpsman!" Miller tried calling for medical assistance but didn't have much luck.

A soldier took up position behind a obstacle and got the Miller's attention. "129th Naval Battalion, sir! I gotta clear these obstacles, make holes for the tanks!"

Miller pointed towards the sea, "All our Armor's floundering in the Channel!"

"Orders, sir! You go somewhere else! I'm clearing this one!" The sailor shouted back before getting to work.

"Come on Briggs!" Miller dragged the Marine through the beach, calling for a medic until an explosion gibs Briggs. The explosion knocked the Miller over, muddling his mind, and deafening him for several seconds.

He dragged the body of Briggs, not knowing that the man is now gone – Leaving only a mangled upper body behind. He staggered forward and fell to the ground as his hearing returns, turning around to see how the Marin was doing.

Dead.

Miller stared numbly at the body before steadily crawling towards the frontline, muttering himself to move and get off the ground. He forced himself to his feet and begin jogging towards the seawall where the CA's defensive positions are, prompting the other soldiers to follow him. Their advance was met with heavy fire, mowing a chunk of them down, but not enough to stop all of them from continuing the advance.

Miller kept running through the battlefield behind two other soldiers, one of them carrying a flamethrower.

"Move, move!" Miller said in-between heavy breaths as they got closer to the tower seawalls. Thick white smoke and bullets garnished the shallow sandy trenches a few meters away from the CA's position. "Alright, move!"

He passed by a wounded soldier that was screaming but resumed his focus on what is ahead of him. A sandy cover that's inches away from barbed wires meshed with wooden poles.

Miller threw himself to the ground, landing safely behind the sandy cover while others were not so lucky, being mowed down by fire or shredded by explosives.

A radio operator was beside him, prompting him to grab the radio operator to send words back to whatever chains of command are on the other side. "Shore party! No armor has made it ashore, we got no DD tanks on the beach, Dog One is not open!" He then turned towards his men, "Who's in command here?!"

A soldier glanced at him, taking note of his patch's marking that designate Miller as a Scout Officer. "You are, sir!"

Miller took a moment to gather his thought, spotting a familiar face. "Horvath!"

"Sir!"

A spray of black bullets kicked up sand into the air, forcing them to lay down lower, but that didn't stop their dialogue.

"You recognize where we are?!"

"Right where we're supposed to be, but no one else is!" The man responded.

"Nobody's where they're supposed to be!" Another soldier shouted over the deafening sound.

Miller immediately turned around and grabbed the radio operator by the shoulder, pulling him close to his face. "Shore party! First wave, ineffective! We do not hold the beach, say again, we do not hold the beach!"

"We are all mixed up, sir!" A soldier explained their situation, while Horvath moved while keeping his head low, rolling through the sand towards his commanding officer. "We got the leftovers from Fox Company, Able Company, and George Company! Plus, we got some Navy Demo guys and a Beachmaster!"

Miller processed this new information and turned back to the radio operator. "Shore party!" He turned the radio operator over, "Shore party!" He stopped, noticing that the radio operator's face has completely caved in. Miller pushed the corpse aside and grabbed the radio pack, lifting the receiver to his face to contact Cat-F: Commander Amphibious Task Force that's overseeing the Allied Invasion.

"Cat-F, Cat-F, Ca–" He stopped upon noticing smoke trailing out from the radio. With a frustrated and resigned look, he discarded the broken radio to formulate another plan.

Two Scout Fighters sprinted through the rain of arrows and explosions, finally reaching their destination, throwing themselves behind cover. "Reiben here, sir!"

"Anybody else?" Horvath asked, reloading his rifle.

"Sunson, but that's about it."

"Mellish here!"

"Caparzo!" Another Scout Fighter named Caparzo sounded off, "We got DeForest's back there with Wade. He's hurt so bad he says he sprung a hundred leaks! Wade says he's all used up."

Meanwhile with Wade and a medic. "Find somebody you can help! Let's go!" The medic ordered.

"He's battalion surgeon, sir!" Wade continued to assist the medic, wrapping bandages around the soldier wizard while the medic and elf used a hemostat and magic to control the bleeding.

The focus shifts back to Miller and his men. "Get his attention."

They all made an attempt to get Wade's attention, shouting his name "Wade!"

Wade and other medics continued operating on DeForest. One of the medics water canteen gets hit as water flows then blood, they even goes so far as using a corpse and rolling it over to cover the wounded man.

"Alright, get him off the beach." Miller ordered, causing Mellish to ditch his cover and retrieve their medic.

"I got it! We stopped the bleeding; we stopped the bleeding!" Wade said with hope in his voice moments before a arrow hits DeForest's head. Wade and the others froze for a moment before the former angrily throwing the bandages to the ground, "FUCK!!! Just give us a fucking chance you son of a bitch, you son of a fucking cunt!!"

"Wade! It's Mellish!" He grabbed the medic by the arm, urgently pulling him back to the group. "Wade! We found Miller! Let's move, let's move!"

Mellish dragged Wade towards the elevated cover while the latter continued to hurl profanity at the Cross Army, and began weeping once he reached the seawall. "Oh, God. Oh, God."

The chaotic scene on the beach continued to unfold, with Miller and his men facing overwhelming odds against the entrenched Cross Army defenders. Amidst the deafening sounds of gunfire and explosions, the soldiers pressed forward, their determination unwavering despite the grim reality of the situation.

Miller, now in command of the scattered forces, struggled to coordinate their efforts amidst the chaos. With communication equipment failing and casualties mounting, he relied on his instincts and the loyalty of his men to push forward.

The casualties were devastating, with soldiers falling left and right to the relentless barrage of arrows and magical bullets. Each death was a harsh reminder of the brutality of war, driving home the stakes of their mission.

"This is all? Is this all that's made it?" Miller asked calmly over the volley of fire.

"We got scattered pretty bad, sir. There's bound to be more of us."

"Not enough. This is not enough."

"This is Dog One exit." Horvath pointed at his right. "It's gotta be the cut on the right or on the left! Shit!"

"No, no, no, no. The Cross Army Pegasus field is to the West," He gestures with his hand to form a picture of the locations, "this is Dog One."

A soldier nearby planted a firm hand on the Miller's shoulder. "They're killing us! And we don't get a fucking chance and that ain't fair!"

"Gather weapons and ammo!" Miller's voice cracked slightly as he tore the plastic package to access his rifle. They'll have to clear the bunkers, with or without the numbers.

"Gather weapons and ammo!" Horvath loudly repeated.

"C'mon, bring that –" An explosion tore through the seawall, killing a handful of soldiers, proving that they need to press on or die on the spot.

The soldiers hastily ditch their covers to run back to gather ammo and weapons from deceased soldiers and the wounded.

"Reiben! Hey, Reiben! Reiben, Reiben, wher-where's your M60?" Horvath asked the rabbit demi-human woman.

Reiben glances back at the sea. "Bottom of the channel sir, the bitch tried to drown me."

"Go find a replacement,"  Miller ordered, to which the private complied, scooting down to find replacements. "Bangarangs! Bring up some Bangarangs!"

"Engineer's coming!" A soldier announced as soldiers carrying Bangarangs moved in. "Grenades, grenades! Bring us some grenades, get them over here!"

"Bangarangs up the line! Bangarangs up the line!"

"Bangers coming your way!" Horvath handed his team the equipment. "Come on, come on, come on!"

"Sunson here, sir!"

"Reiben back, sir!"

The two kept their heads low, having safely made it back from gathering ammo and weapons.

Screams of pain and weeping mashed with the sound of explosion and gunshots as the soldiers strained to remove one of the CAA's defensive positions so that they can continue their offense.

"One more, give me one more!" A soldier handling the Bangarangs shouted.

"Oh, my God, it hurts!" A Feline Kingdom Knight screamed in pain as his arm was being worked on by two medics. "I'm gonna die! Oh, my God! Oh, man! Oh, my God!"

"Keep it moving. Keep it moving. Almost got it." A crew of four soldiers manning a Bangarang worked quickly to set it up explosive charge.

A magical arrow ricochets off one of the soldiers' helmet, startling him.

"Holy! Lucky bastard." Caparzo said to the soldier.

The soldier in question took off his helmet and examined it for any holes, then his head smiling. At that moment another magical arrow caught him in the forehead and the soldier slumped over, rolling down the sandy dunes.

The crew working on the Bangarang continued despite being one man short. "Keep it moving! You got it?"

The focus cuts back to Wade tending the screaming knight. "You're not gonna die. You're fine. Don't look at it!" Wade shielded the wounded knight's eyes with his arms while he worked on his torn upper arm.

"Bangarangs!" Miller shouted over the firefight, assisting Scout Ranker Leonard "Gomer Pyle" Lawrence in prepping the Bangarangs. "Clear the shingle!"

"Fire in the hole!"

"Fire in the hole!" Horvath put a hand on his helmet and duck.

"Fire in the hole!" Gomer Pyle shouted one last warning, sliding the Bangarangs over the top.

"Fire in the hole!" Wade repeated, covering the wounded knight with his entire body.

The Bangarangs went off, destroying the barb wires, wooden posts, and any other obstacles that were nearby – Clearing a path for them to advance. Meanwhile, Cross Army Knights were taking up positions to halt their advancement, nestling down behind dirtbags.

Horvath scooted slightly to get a better view, quickly backing down. "We're in business! Defilade! Other side of the hole!"

Everyone went over the top, sprinting in full gear towards the seawall, or ducking behind what little cover they could find while enduring heavy gunfire. Those remaining behind were mainly the wounded, the dead, and the medics.

Wade remained, injecting medicine to the wounded soldier before moving onto the next with the Senior Medical officer. "That's it! Let's go!" Said the Senior Medical officer. They steadily went over the wounded troops laying on the sand. "Inspected, morphine!" He went and check on another. "Routine!" Another soldier, who appeared to be having trouble breathing, or is in great pain. "Priority!" The next one wasn't moving as he felt his hand. The Senior Medical officer glance back at Wade, who had his head turned back, causing the officer to whack Wade's helmet. "He's gone!"

The focus returns to Miller and his men taking cover behind a large concrete wall laced with some barbed wires. He pushed a corpse off the rubble so he could peak behind the wall.

He immediately pulled back, narrowly avoiding a string of arrows and a magic explosive. "Son of a..." Horvath didn't complete his curse and placed a hand on Mellish's helmet "Get in here."

Mellish squirmed a bit, "Fuck, I can't move."

"Mellish." Miller seemed to have an idea despite their tight positioning.

"Yes, sir?"

"Give me your bayonet."

He retrieved the bayonet and wordlessly took the gum that Mellish was chewing from his mouth. By wrapping the gum around the tip of the bayonet, Miller can attach a mirror to it, allowing him to safely observe the CAA's entrenched position. "Two Archers and two mages. Add 20, left 30."

Horvath crawled forward to take a look for himself using the mirror. "There's a little defilade, but it's the perfect position if we got any Goddamn armor or aircraft on the beach!" He said the last part of his sentence with sarcasm.

If only they had armor and aircraft on the beach, then this wouldn't be a problem.

"Well, we gotta open up this draw! Get this draw open." He turned his attention to his men, "Reiben, Mellish! Let's get into the war! Grab some cover and put some fire on that crew! Davis, DeBernardo, Young, Valk, get ready!" They got into position; their guns trained on the CAA crew manning the defilade. "Covering fire!"

Everybody opened fire on the defilade, ultimately allowing their brothers/sisters-in-arms to advance.

"Go, go, go!"

They soon overwhelmed the defenders, forcing them to hide behind the dirtbags.

"Goddamn firing squad." Horvath quipped to his commanding officer.

"It's the only way we can get everybody the hell outta here. Short, Payton, McDonalds, Parkes! You're next!"

The man made another wisecrack, "Why not hand out blindfolds cap?"

"All we'll do here is die." Miller entertained before jutting his assault rifle out, "Covering fire!" Letting loose a spray of bullets before retreating behind cover. "Go, go, go! Come on! Come on!"

"Go! Goddamn it!"

With the four soldiers got past the firing sight of the CAA's defilade, only a handful of soldiers were left. Miller observed the defilade with his mirror, calculating his next step in dealing with the CAA's defense.

"Suka."

"Sir."

He lifted the mirror for Suka to see. "See that impact crater?"

"Yes, sir."

"That should give complete defilade from that Archer so just get in there and give me some fire. Wait for my command." He gripped Suka's backpack, ready to push her out. The young Dark elf woman held her cross necklace tightly, kissing it in silent prayer. Miller stepped out from cover, exposing himself directly in front of the defilade to draw fire. "Go!"

The CAA nest wasted no time shooting at Miller just as he briskly dropped behind cover, allowing Suka to barely slip by. They quickly changed target, but the young soldier managed to evade the hail of arrows, throwing herself into the impact crater.

"Miller if your mother saw you do that, she'd be very upset!" Horvath half-heartedly admonishes Miller.

"I thought you were my mother!" Miller joked back.

Stationed in the impact crater, Suka steadily trained her rifle at the Archer. "But be not thou far from me." She took the shot, silencing the Archer.

The focus shifts to the troops on the beach as more arrive on the Beach.

"O, Lord. My God, I am sorry for offending Thee. I detest my sins for having offended Thee, O Lord. Listen to me, Lord." A military chaplain and a wounded soldier were praying amid the battle.

At another part of the beach, a scared soldier was praying on the rosary in Latin.

The focus returns to Suka, calmly quoting Bible Psalm 22:19. "O my strength... Haste Thee to help me."

She fired at a weak point in the CAA's defilade, causing the dirtbags to fall apart and collapse down the hill. A CAK was unfortunate enough to be among the falling, immediately getting gunned down as he fell to the ground.

"Dog One exit... Right here!"

"We're in business!" Horvath throws out his chewing tobacco as he climbed over their cover.

"Move, move!" They hastily charged up the hill towards the bunkers and trenches, followed by a throng of soldiers.

The Allied troops fought their way through hills, meeting small resistances along the way. The CAKs were quickly overwhelmed by the numbers of Allied soldiers pouring through their defenses. The tide of the battle was sharply turning to the Allied powers, but it's a long way before this battle, much less this entire war will end here.

Miller and his men reached the first bunker, taking cover behind a concrete bunker door.

"Reiben." Horvath called out the woman to prepare a grenade.

"Let's go. Go!"

"Reiben!" The lady pulled the pin on the grenade and toss it to the Horvath, then another one for herself to throw.

The two lobbed the grenades into the trenches of the bunkers before diving for cover. Chunks of solid concrete and dirt flew up into the air as the grenades exploded. They sprang out from behind cover and secured the area, training their guns down the trench that's perpendicular to another bunker's doorway.

Not soon after a CAK came running out from the bunker and was shot. Two more tried to flee but were also gunned down. They quietly closed in on the bunker intending to clear it out.

"Come on Ooyle!" Miller urged their flamethrower/dragon operator into the trenches while they toss a flashbang grenade into the bunker.

Ooyle paused upon seeing Horvath unintentionally blocking his way. "Sir?"

The man quickly moved out of the way for the dragon to move. Everybody pressed themselves to the walls, waiting for the grenade to detonate. A small flash lighten the bunker as the flashbang went off, sending a cloud of smoke through the bunker door.

"Flames! Ooyle, do it!"

The bunker immediately lit up in a spectacular roar of orange flames. CAKs silently screamed in agony as they burned, throwing themselves out of the portholes in a desperate attempt to escape.

Just below the bunkers, Allied soldiers watched their enemies wither and burned away. "Don't shoot! Let those bastards burn!"

Throughout the sector, the CAKs were slowly losing ground; surrendering or retreating.

A Cross Army Priest was the first to surrender, only to be shot. The other CAKs followed suit, though they were more fortunate than the priest. Allied soldiers moved in to secure the prisoners of war while the rest spread out along the Cross Army defenses to continue the fight.

The Allied soldiers mowed down their fleeing enemies with impunity. Routed Crossys were chased and gunned down, eventually finding themselves surrounded by a swarth of angry Allied troops. With some even stabbing a few.

"Ceasefire! Ceasefire! Cut it out!" Horvath motioned for his soldiers to stop firing on the cornered and dead Cross Army. "Cut it the hell out! Ceasefire!"

"Sugar Cane, Sugar Charlie Three." Miller cupped his mouth cover the radio. "Say again, Dog One is open. Send in the doers. I'm waiting to tie in my flanks. Over!"

He took notice of two seemingly Cross Army nuns approaching a pair of soldiers. A Canadian and a Russian with their hands in the air.

One of them spoke with fear in her voice. "Please don't kill me! I didn't kill anyone! I am a nun!"

"What?" The Canadian soldier shouted back, guns pointed at them. "What? I'm sorry, I can't hear you!"

The two mercilessly gunned down the surrendering nuns, calmly strolling over to loot their bodies. "What'd she say? What'd she say?" The Russian asked.

"Look, I washed for supper." The soldiers laughed and started taking what they can find on the corpses.

Miller witnessed the entire ordeal and didn't look very pleased about the war crime that was just committed in front of him. He forced himself to look away and regroup with his men.

The Allied forces have secured the Beach, killing all of the Cross Army's mage and demolishing the bunkers should it ever be retaken. Should.

"Hey, Fish."

"Yeah?"

"Look at this, a Youth dagger." Caparzo handed a dagger he took from one of the Cross Arny Knight' bodies and handed it to Mellish, who took it with interest.

"Now it's a Shabbat Challah cutter, right?" Mellish starts laughing before breaking down into tears. His silent weeping turned into soft sobbing, finding it hard to believe that he survived what could be described as hell... And the fact that he might have killed a child in the process.

Caparzo looked somberly at his teammate before looking down on the ground as Mellish fiddled with his helmet, seemingly wanting to take it off but is too fearful to do so.

Not far from his men, Horvath was somberly scooping up dirt into a small metal container. He closed the lid that contained the words ARK written in blue marker and placed it into his pouch that had more metal containers containing dirt of other countries, kingdoms and continents.

The man kept his eyes on the beach, looking downcast. "That's quite a view."

Miller shakily and slowly unscrewed his canteen to take a drink. His eyes were wide and attentive to what laid before him. "Yes, it is... Quite a view."

The ocean water was red from the blood of troops whose blood was spilled on that beach. Corpses of the Allied littered the beach. Their bodies swaying gently to the ocean waves or remained still in the sands.

As far as the eye can see, the sea was crimson red and the bodies of their fallen comrades laid there at rest, blissfully away from the horrors of war that will continue on amongst the living.

Miller turned to Horvath, his expression grave as he regarded his trusted lieutenant. "We did what we had to do, Horvath. But it came at a cost."

Horvath nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the weight of their shared burden. "Yeah, sir. It always does."

They fell into a moment of silence, the distant sounds of battle serving as a haunting backdrop to their conversation.

"We'll make sure their sacrifice wasn't in vain," Miller said, determination creeping into his voice. "We'll finish this, Horvath. We owe it to them."

Horvath met Miller's gaze, a flicker of resolve igniting in his eyes. "You can count on us, sir. We'll see it through to the end."

With a nod of mutual understanding, they turned their attention back to the task at hand, steeling themselves for the challenges that lay ahead. Together, they would honor the fallen and press on, driven by a shared commitment to victory and the memory of those who had given their lives for the cause.