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Gigantic walls seemed to be closing in on the young officer-in-training as the Bane artillery drew closer. He panted an dove for a trench, crouching among faces of soldiers he did not know. His determined gaze rapidly shifted around the basin of the Concordia Divide. He glanced at his chain gun as he reloaded it, adrenaline rushing through his veins. The other soldiers in the trench wore grim faces, glancing down as if they were ashamed of themselves. This was common, as they were non-receptives. Wolfgang broke free from the chains that his scared, ravaged mind seemed to conjure. Over the top. Shrapnel danced around him, his ears rang with the silence of the battlefield. He hopped into another trench, this time the faces of the soldiers there were different. Their eyes glazed over, staring thousands of miles past eternity. These soldiers defended a lonely outpost near Torcastra Prison. The horrors they witnessed divided them from the rest. No ditches or basins seperated the Divide. Psyche did.

((-Volk))