"We helped you!"
"We killed Shadow Orders'! Dammit!"
Shua! Shua!
Pleadings were met with attacks.
Protests and requests fell on deaf ears. Age didn't matter. Merits weren't cared for.
In a few minutes, the army machine butchered every low and mid awakened. The kill count was in thousands.
As the corpses or what was left of them laid across the secret realm, the realm itself reeked of blood and flesh. But more than those, it reeked of desolation and despair.
The high awakeners that were holding out so that their pupils, juniors, children, and grandchildren could escape had tears in their eyes.
These men and women that braved their lives and marched straight into the abyss many times collapsed on the ground and wailed like children.
"…W-Why?" The old woman held her grandkid, to be precise, what remained of him, a burnt head that still managed to show his fear before death.