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Run! Mudrock!

Run, to Kazdel, to somewhere you can survive...!

No... No, don't say that, don't...

Mudrock—!

And never... never look back!

But...

L... Leave me, run! Run far, until Kazdel, until you... reach... Kazdel...

Chainsmoke...! Chain...

......

Let... let's go. Hurry.

Why, why haven't the scouts reported back yet?

Not them too, right...?

...Don't panic.

The fog in this forest's thick. They wouldn't find us again so easily...

But, but it's been eight days, already!

And we've lost twelve of our own! We don't even know who it is hunting us!

......

Don't be too hard on anyone... Against enemies like these, it's only natural to panic. It's only right.

Mudrock?

...The one thing we can be sure is that they're casters.

My friends can be my eyes, but that's all. No way to seize their silhouettes in this fog.

But it's been non-stop fireballs, hailstones and hurricanes! They've been right by us all this time, they've... wait!

What if this days-long fog is their Arts as well? This isn't normal weather...! If they can make eyes of fire dance in the sky, they can—

Calm down.

We're leaning on the back foot, though. That's a fact.

We have no clue about their identity, their numbers, or how they're even tracking us.

The moment we leave an opening, someone gets attacked. This is some messed-up exotic guerilla warfare.

...Do Leithanian casters do this? If so, it's news to me...

I... I don't know... I've never known casters like this...

And if the Captain's tremendous gift for Arts... if the Captain can't do anything, what can we do...?

...What do we do?

If we keep pressing forward like we planned, I don't know even how many attacks we'll take before we're out of this forest—

But if we wanted to fight back, we'd be fighting unknown foes in horrible visibility and falling temperatures.

...Take two of us to secure our route ahead. Keep within 500m of us. Report back every minute.

I'll watch the rear personally.

No guarantees they're to our 'rear'.

My friends will guard the main group.

...Fine. But don't go heavy with your Arts.

We can't risk you of all people falling.

I understand that... Thank you.

......

Mudrock?

...Swear to me one thing, Chef.

What?

So long as you're in contact with the main group, keep leading them forward.

Ignore whatever happens behind you... never look back.

What's happening!? What's going on!?

My skin... the crystals are moving, they're moving inside me—I—my—gaaahh—

They're... they're trying to use the Infected as Arts Units...?

They couldn't... they can't! Where the hell are the casters? These Arts... how could someone manage to do this!?

Where's Mudrock!? Is Mudrock still there!?

Are you okay?

Gasp... keep... your distance!

They're nearby, I can feel it, it's like witchcraft... No modern Arts are like this...

They're using... the Originium—ghhak—inside the Infected...!

Snap out of it!

Boulders, find my enemy—!

Don't... don't waste the energy, Mudrock!

You're still... far from returning to the fertile land... You need to live on!

No—!

Your hand! The crystals, piercing your skin... I need to...

Hah-hah... the imagination they must have to 'use' Infected like this... Those hatted casters... they're terrifying.

...Mudrock.

—I'm here.

Take the rest of us, and live... to return to Kazdel. Yes—to return to our home—

Hah, our home...

Didn't we know deep down... we had nothing, wherever we went. As long we can live on, who cares where we go?

Grhk—Like hell I'd let my life be their weapon! Tell all the others—I died fighting!

Wait...!

......

You... Why...? No warrior's end should be by his own hands...

—Come out here!

Come out, right now—!

......

............

Mudrock, you're okay! The others...

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Oh...

......

Goddamn it...

We left a single forest. It cost half of us to do so...

...Mudrock.

Can we fight back?

......

Our group... has so many civilians, still. We can't...

...Mudrock?

Ah... Is something wrong?

Our pursuers... There might... be something we know about them.

Them, their Originium Arts... taking Infected lives as toys...

This sort of thing... should have long since faded into the past... but a few nobles research it, still...

They must be attendants of the towers, or Arts researchers... damn them, damn them...

...As long as they're not 'Knights,' worse has not yet come to worst.

Don't worry... At the very least, for now... we've escaped them.

...Past this mountain, we'll be in Kazdel...

From the top, we should see a great bridge, and past the river... a hundred kilometers north, a village where outsiders have settled.

...Is that where we're headed?

Yes...

I once... lived there.

Mudrock, we've finished securing our route ahead. No sign of any pursuers.

Good...

......

Let's move. We'll pitch our camp on the other side of the river before sundown.

...Mudrock!

Twenty-odd of our mercenaries got attacked by that lot! We never even so much as saw their faces!

...We can't fight them. Too dangerous... Would you send your people to die like that?

We-We're sorry... we just...

No... I wasn't saying to... *Sigh*.

Move. Don't look back.

I'll keep the rear.

......

Mudrock?

Ah... sorry. I fell asleep...

You're exhausted.

You haven't given your Arts any rest since the attack.

I'll be fine.

*Sigh* No-one can change your mind, I've learned that much.

...You know, I'm beginning to miss the good old days, when we were fighting Leithanians we could actually see.

The Gendarmerie, the armed guards, the militiamen. Hell, even the caster regiments...

We did everything we could to avoid conflict with them... After all, they didn't want to risk going down with us.

But ever since last month, things changed.

...Mudrock, promise not to laugh at me, but I'm a little scared.

...Casters cloaking their true colors. Fearful Arts. Completely unable to protect ourselves. Where's the shame in being afraid?

Yeah. You're not wrong, for sure.

...If, and this is only hypothetical, if they were still behind us even now... or suppose they're on the other side of the bridge. What then?

......

Would we have to fight? Or—

Casters, with few exceptions, are frail. We are many and strong. They know that all too well... their Arts are strange, and powerful...

But the strongest caster is still a human. Don't be afraid.

They kept pace with our march in the forest. For a whole month, we never found any of their camps, never found any of their supply convoys, never even found a single trace of their movements...

Only lone teams, one after another, failing to returning contact.

Turning Infected into Arts Units... it's possible, but the concept itself... no, even the raw difficulty would be far too...

Ah, I see... they're experimenting.

Huh?

We're the perfect test subjects. An inexhaustible supply of them.

From their point of view, that is... all we are.

...Then who the hell are they?

Good question...

Past here, we should see the village in the basin.

The final stretch... and then we'll be...

......

Wait until the scouts come back... See how things are in the village.

Maybe this is where... we can start thinking about life afterwards.

Life afterwards? We can... finally call an end to our flight...?

...Now we lay down our weapons and begin anew?

What kind of life to live, I wonder...

Mudrock? Where are you going?

Hm... To take a look from the hilltop.

Alright. Stay in contact. We can set off at any time.

Mm.

Kazdel's villages... are more prosperous than before.

Cooking smoke. Wagons. Markets.

How long has it been since I last saw—hm?

Are these...

...bones?

Mudrock.

What?

There's fog again... I don't know if it's just the fog of morning in the mountains, or...

But either way, everyone's shaken. We need you to calm us all down.

Mm—

Yes. I can barely see the village from here anymore... fog has come.

Wait until the scouts return. Then come to me here.

We're all here.

...Do me a favor.

What are...? Are these someone's bones? Sarkaz remains?

They were small... Probably a child.

Here. It's a broken knife. Rusted. This child might've died in battle.

......

Mm... help me bury them, at least.

You could use your Arts to...

I want... to do it with my own hands.

So lend yours too.

Ah. Okay...

...Everybody. In front of us is a new life.

We've made it back.

A lot of our people sacrificed themselves for this.

Did we lose them?

...I don't know.

How's the village?

If I had to say, it's bustling with life.

There's a good few Caprinae, not to mention a decent amount of Sami people.

They've got a marketplace. Some plots of land up for sale in there. It's an old Sarkaz who used to be a mercenary, managing those. Should be able to 'get along.'

I see... Wonderful.

We're very close to the village now. From here to there, we should have no trouble...

So go and find your new lives.

...Er, Mudrock? What about all of you?

...We need to stay here. See this through to the end.

Yeah... about time we did some mercenary work.

Wait...! You mean...

Go.

Don't look back.

You—You brought us all this way back to your homeland, just to get yourselves killed now...!?

...He's right. I'm just in it to help a bunch of old bastards get one over. You're still young. Now's the time to go.

Huh? You want me to run? I'd have to twist my own damn head off for you to kick if I wanted to look back.

But we can't just—

...We won't look back. All who want to leave, can leave now.

There's no shame in it. There's no need to blame yourself... We will protect this bridge.

...Supposing this is all a false alarm, and they've long given up, we'll see you in town.

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Warriors. Line up. Eyes forward.

We defend this bridge to the death.

...How many have stayed?

Why don't you look back for yourself and see?

I... I'm just a little worried...

Seriously, you... alright, someone else, then. Hey. Count how many there are for Mudrock.

Don't mess with me, alright? Didn't I tell you I'd have to twist my head off to look back?

...You can tell just by the sound of it. Not that many even left.

...Thank you.

Really... thank you.

The fog's getting thicker... Captain, should we still keep an eye on them?

Those casters with the tall hats seriously made me want to throw up... they used the Infected slaves they had with them as their... their staves.

...It looks like the Reunion bunch are readying for their last stand. What should we do?

Err... Captain, this stuff you talk about always flies over my head. Couldn't you say things a little simpler?

Hold on, Captain, where are you going?

Whoa, that's simple alright... But saving Reunion?

But you said they were all super powerful, right?! At least wait until our team's all together before—

—Someone's coming.

Ready!

—Hold on!

Huh?

Wa—Wait, what did they... do?

That was a single push... and Mudrock's Colossus just...?

...Don't engage! Fall back!

That's... That's a Sarkaz...! And...

The fog... cleared...

—You're not a Leithanian. You give off a very unusual feeling... and you're so young...

Who are you?