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| 2 | 1 | 1 | 401 | AniZhuanchangEnd | 1 | 201 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 3 | 2 | 2 | 101 | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory76.jpg | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| 6 | 5 | 5 | 301 | 1 | Watanabe | Any news? | 2 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 7 | 6 | 6 | 301 | 1 | Forsaken | An hour and forty minutes ago, signals of a huge moving horde had appeared around the residential area and the Titan Trench. | 3 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 8 | 7 | 7 | 301 | Forsaken | They met up around the hangar passageway, but then moved another 30 kilometers in the opposite direction after they converged. | 3 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 9 | 8 | 8 | 301 | Watanabe | An hour and forty minutes... It all makes sense now... | 2 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 10 | 9 | 9 | 301 | Watanabe | Re-task squads to mount a rescue effort for 19-1, immediately! | 2 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 11 | 10 | 10 | 301 | Forsaken | ...But sir... | 3 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 12 | 11 | 11 | 301 | Watanabe | The Forsaken do not abandon our own. | 2 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 13 | 12 | 12 | 301 | Watanabe | Ready your men! | 2 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 14 | 13 | 13 | 301 | AniZhuanchangBegin | Forsaken | Roger! | 3 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 15 | 14 | 14 | 551 | 101 | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory00.png | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 16 | 15 | 551 | 15 | 202 | 2 | 3 | 1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 17 | 16 | 15 | 301 | AniZhuanchangEnd | As the battle goes on, the explosions and whizzing weapons have become a blur to Bexonidas. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 18 | 17 | 16 | 301 | As Bexonidas stumbles, dazed by the explosions and gunfire-induced smog, his father's story suddenly flashes into his mind with intense clarity. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 19 | 19 | 18 | 301 | To their enemies, they were relentless. Tactical disadvantages, severed supply lines, and lack of fire support never once slowed their advance. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 20 | 20 | 19 | 301 | If they ran out ammunition, they fought with daggers. If the daggers broke, they fought with their fists. If they lost their arms—well, their teeth would work too. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 21 | 21 | 20 | 301 | As long as their enemies fell before they did, it counted as a victory. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 22 | 23 | 22 | 301 | However, as his father said, Watanabe's arrival made him realize that they were right to fight to the death. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 23 | 24 | 23 | 301 | It was just that they hadn't found someone worth dying for. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 24 | 25 | 24 | 301 | That was what Watanabe said, according to his father, facing down their gun barrels, never flinching. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 25 | 26 | 25 | 301 | After all we've been through, it's time to remember why we became soldiers in the first place. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 26 | 27 | 26 | 301 | We're all that's left of the old guard, relics with guns, abandoned by those 'above us' when our usefulness ran its course. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 27 | 28 | 27 | 301 | They hoped we would be forgotten, but I hope that we remember. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 28 | 29 | 28 | 301 | Remember why we were forsaken. Remember the responsibilities we bear. Remember the people we must protect. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 29 | 30 | 29 | 301 | We, the forgotten ones, the ones they left behind, are the only ones who can prove they were wrong to forget. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 30 | 31 | 30 | 301 | We are the Forsaken. We remember. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 31 | 32 | 31 | 301 | We bear the memories of every life, every death. Our remembrance is proof that they once existed. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 32 | 33 | 32 | 301 | AniZhuanchangBegin | If you can sympathize with this, please stop this meaningless fighting and join us. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 33 | 34 | 33 | 101 | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory76.jpg | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 34 | 35 | 34 | 301 | AniZhuanchangEnd | Bexonidas feels something like a punch in his chest, and he falls forward, head lolling to one side. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 35 | 36 | 35 | 301 | —Meeting Gryphon's shattered, lifeless face. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 36 | 37 | 36 | 201 | 1 | 500005 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 37 | 38 | 37 | 301 | 1 | Bexonidas | My Leader... | 1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 38 | 39 | 38 | 301 | Bexonidas | ...I hope that... we are worth remembering, just like you said... | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 39 | 40 | 39 | 301 | He must be imagining things, but he could swear he hears Watanabe's voice shouting over the short-range comms. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 40 | 41 | 40 | 301 | ...Unlikely. After all, short-range comms only have a radius of 500 meters. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 41 | 42 | 41 | 301 | 1 | AniZhuanchangBegin | Either way, this is no longer an issue Bexonidas needs to think about. |