Livings Will Be Livings

The leader of the living soldiers cradled his head within his palms, absolutely horrified and beyond disappointed at how poorly he and the units under his command were and had performed since the very start of their mission, the only thing that had gone well was finding a hideout and from there, it had only gotten worse and worse.

Sure, there were plenty of things they had managed to accomplish properly, but their main mission, the core of their presence here had not advanced at all, they had repeatedly and utterly failed to infiltrate the towns or towers of the enemy, never even managing to get through their strange barrier of light, moreover troops that were sent out to patrol would rarely even show back up, and if they did, never would they bring news of victory or anything good like that.