Blood dried along the chaotic fields of war, his armor clanging with every step he takes as he continues to march onward. He held his blade up by his head, the silver glint that had once shone proudly in the sun now covered with fresh blood.
With every step into the battlefield, he knew he had slim chances of making it back alive. To his widowed mother, and to the woman he loves.
Rosha! The left platoon has been flanked, gather your men and reinforce them.
Yes, captain.
Before he could even give any commands, he felt a tinge of coldness penetrate his abdomen, then his body was filled with pain. His vision turned blurry and his knees buckled. The chaos around him suddenly turned deaf and he could hear his blood pumping in his ears.
Then, there was nothing.
After what felt like eternity, he woke up. But he wasn't on the battlefield. Rosha wasn't hurt at all, and his surroundings were just a single color: navy blue.
Well, well, well, Rosha. Would you like a chance to live a second life?
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