Arrival New Player III

What the hell happened? Why do I feel like their deaths are my fault? I was supposed to help them, wasn't I? I'm the leader, their god, their hero... I'm the strongest, why couldn't I just help them? he thought, his mind racing.

The guilt, the frustration, and the sheer exhaustion overwhelmed him. His thoughts spiraled, a chaotic mess of self-reproach and despair.

A single tear rolled down Alex's cheek. He clenched his fists, the maps on his desk crumpling under the pressure. He hated this feeling of helplessness, the gnawing sense that he wasn't doing enough.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He had to focus, to find a way to turn the tide of the battle.

With newfound determination, Alex rose from his chair and walked outside. The scene that greeted him was one of utter devastation. The sky was dark, the ground stained with blood, and the air filled with the cries of the wounded and dying.