It was unknown whether there would be anyone who remembered this grim battle that heralded the beginning of the end, but for the men and women fighting and dying in this unknown alley.
Yuta did not care for the future at the moment; he could only watch the men and women he had trained die one at a time at an ever-increasing pace.
There were some he did not recognize, as they were enforcers that had joined this expedition because they believed it was a chance to practice their combat techniques.
It was a small mercy, but after every two of the enforcers that died whose names he did not know, there would be two that perished that he knew.
Yuta did not know whether to praise these enforcers who stood their ground as they all fell. He knew how easy it was to run, even when you know that running is futile.
