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Everywhere his eyes halted they met yelping comrades and dead ones, yet the dead ones could be considered lucky for the ones alive were left in a state one wouldn't want to be in. Trust me! Dae rose to his legs, compared to the others fine — Maybe just luck? He was wearing a dark green military suit, covered in dirt, sweat and blood, though, not his blood! The ground was wrecked likewise the cars and what was left of the inventor. Dae halted and as he began turning, he took a good view of his surroundings. 'Fuck!', he cursed. 'They got us good. We' — 'Sir!', a soldier camouflaged from his side. He had burns all over his body, yet managed to stay on his legs. And he even walked. 'What is it?', Dae, his eyes fixed at the radio set the soldier was carrying. Without waiting for a response, he stretched out his hand and the soldier handed him the device over. '15min!', it came from the other line. 'Hold out 15min and help shall be t....' Dae waited for further instructions but the device was dead. '15min!', a soldier bellowed. 'The enemy are approaching!', another soldier joined. 'Half our squad is dead, the other half on the blink of death and they want us to wait damn 15min?' The soldier smashed his fist on the ground while most of the other soldiers simply lowered their heads. Other clutched their wounds whereas some rolled together. Despite their different reactions, their expression formed in unique. An expression representing terror and despair. 'I can't die yet!', another soldier uttered. He was leaned against a boulder, one leg gone and his arms in a condition one would wish they were gone. Half his face was burnt away, the other side overflowing with tears. 'My wife and children. Huuuhuh!' He placed one hand on his face. Only Dae was standing right now. He was in the center of this chaos, taking up the pain of his fallen and despaired soldiers. Yes, only standing there demanded a lot of him. He might have been fine but he was sweating non-stop and his pulse was irregular. That man was tired! Yet, he was standing, tall and robust like a boulder. His hands formed to mighty fists and his expression hardened. He took a deep breath and as he exhaled all the stored-up air in one go, a bellow followed: 'Listen! No one shall die today!' His voice was strong and penetrated the air like a bullet and his soldiers one after the other rose their heads. And some even managed to get back to their feet. In this very moment the clouds made some place for the full moon whose light shone done on the group of soldiers. Yet the place where the moon shone the brightest was the very place where Dae was standing. He was boiling with confidence and this became clear when he started speaking. 'As long I'm standing on my legs', Dae roared as his gaze flew over his comrades, 'no more people will die! I will take you to your families, friend, country, your home! So raise my soldiers! The battle is not over!' – 'Hahahah!', an old man broke out in amusement. 'So, you're finally back, hero! Took you long enough!' Everyone started mumbling and exchanging staggered gazes. The old man went on: 'Young fellas, trust this man. If he says he'll take you home, he will! These eyes – It's been a long time since I've seen them, the eyes of our hero, the eyes of the Wargod himself!' And as if they felt no pain anymore, the eyes of the soldiers, likewise mouths widened. Some even jerked to their legs, ignoring the pain due to their great surprise! Everywhere the word Wargod resounded and excitement piled up. Despair vanished and hope rose. The dark faces brightened. The Wargod was here!