The brothers reloaded their weapons. The base was now littered with broken facilities, dead bodies that mounted up high, and the concrete and asphalt scarred by the earlier battles.
Dust hung thick in the air, tinted orange by the rays of light coming from the sun. Distant roars emanated from the surroundings, and in the very back of the base the four brothers stood unyielding.
Their bodies filled with fatigue, their uniforms tattered and stained with blood, which they had also grown out of, as they were still in the growing phase. They had fought for so long already, and now they lay in the middle of their ruined base.
Their hearts faltered and ached at the sight of the creation of their fathers. They lamented how they were not able to properly defend it. Yet a growing anger was aflame inside their hearts and minds. Resentment against the ghouls who desecrated their home. Rage that burned brightly.
