The cold wind ravaged mercilessly.
Surrounding silence engulfed the area.
Only ruins remained of the Human Alliance Army base, with many flying swords stabbed into the ground, hacked and blasted corpses smeared onto the iron-gray floors and walls, limbs and arms peeking out from the snow.
Descendant Soldiers weaved through the piles of bodies, finishing off any Demon Marines that weren't quite dead and using fire to burn the flesh to ash, preventing an outbreak of plague.
Two Descendant Soldiers made their way to the cliff edge of the base, peering down, they saw a tank flipped over into the frozen river below, billowing thick smoke, with a pile of human soldier corpses nearby.
One of the Descendant Soldiers opened his palm towards the bottom of the cliff, releasing a wave of fire, but their superpowers weren't strong enough, and the flames couldn't reach the pile of bodies below.
