– Frey Starlight's Pov –
How is a warrior supposed to wage war?
That question had haunted me these past few days.
It had been half a month since I recklessly charged into enemy territory...
I'd pushed so far in that we were now surrounded on all sides.
Since the tenth night, we've been unable to advance any further. The enemy kept attacking without pause.
Many have already died, and only a few dozen remain from my original special unit.
We've fought thirteen battles so far, and we've won them all.
Yet, we paid a heavy price .. a price paid with the lives of our men.
"Lord Starlight... I beg you... Let's retreat. We've already accomplished our mission! No... we've achieved far more than expected! No one would blame us if we pulled back now."
On the fifteenth night... a soldier .. one whose name I didn't even know .. clung to me, pleading with every ounce of his being.
He was far too weak to escape on his own, not when we were surrounded by enemies.
