And thus, glory was sought.
Obviously, the living soldiers were not only met with the radiant expanses of the emerald realm, its fields of bright blue grass, fiery orange trees and the green incandescence of its magnificent sun- No, they also made acquaintances with the denizens of this realm, all normally peaceful, currently aiming to take lives.
The sheer numbers of the soldiers in white wasn't anything to scoff at, however, hundreds of them were pouring out into the realm, swiftly assembling into battalions, taking up combat formations, their collective strength reinforced by orderly ranks.
Their fear of death and injury subdued by intense training and brainwashing, they readily threw themselves at their enemies, rolling to the side of the small hill the portal was situated upon, running through the tall grass and into the fields.
Still, the cohesion of their small army was rapidly shattered into a million pieces.