Really?

Back at the Military Square—

Silence...

Not long ago, the last soldier had been transported back from the battlefield against the beasts. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers from Jura and Greenland were crammed into a relatively small area, barely emerging from the blazes of battle, all exhausted and starving. Yet, for some reason, none had removed their armor or abandoned their posts. They all remained in formation, clutching their weapons tightly, their faces set in the same grim, hostile expressions.

The atmosphere was unbearably heavy, charged with a tension so palpable it was almost visible. None of them sought rest or exchanged words with those beside them. They stood motionless on the grounds as if swords were pressed against their throats.

"...Maybe you should tell them to rest?" General Raiden spoke, casting a careful glance around before turning back to face his Supreme General, Caesar.