The moment humanity was returned to reality, as though they had never left it in the first place... Frey immediately drove them toward battle.
Opening the gate before them and revealing the enemies they had hated for centuries, the warriors of the Empire charged without hesitation to fight their final war upon Planet Earth.
Battle had always been the greatest refuge for warriors.
The moment one grasped a weapon and swung it amidst the chaos of war, the mind instinctively cast aside everything unnecessary.
Frey's resurrection of the dead had not been resurrection in the literal sense, where nothing was felt at all.
To them, it had merely seemed as though they had fallen into darkness for a few fleeting seconds.
Yet every single one of them still vividly remembered the terror of Agaroth, the Demon King... and how effortlessly he had slaughtered them.
For many, that nightmare would likely leave scars that would never truly heal.
