This blocking battle is not like an egg against a rock. It's an endless quagmire.
The deeper you fall into it, the more you struggle, the more powerless you feel, and the more powerless you feel, the more you struggle.
It is a war that can be described as torture, simply because after a long-distance assault and a bloody struggle, everyone's body and willpower have been exhausted to the extreme.
...
Ed felt dizzy.
"Captain, you're not dead!"
"Help me up, how long was I out?" Ed spoke with a voice like a parched riverbed.
"The time it takes for three meals."
One meal is ten minutes, so three meals is half an hour, yet it seemed like something that happened in a past life. Ed was brave and charged ahead, but the intense fighting overstrained his body to the point of collapse. Upon waking, his body still felt heavy, and the pervasive pain continued to torture his nerves.
