On the Nameless Island, a violent explosion and fire sparked clouds of dust several meters high in the dense jungle; the pungent stench of blood hit one's face, and intermittent, wretched screams were chilling to the bone.
"What are you standing around for? Are you deaf? Rescue them!"
The middle-aged man with a long, narrow face and somber expression glanced at his subordinates standing around him like stakes and growled through clenched teeth with a blackened face.
At this, three Imperial Guard soldiers wearing water-patterned bronze armor as if awakened from a dream, rushed into the smoke and dust, dragging two bloodied comrades out of the dense jungle, frantically administering aid.
"How are these two useless things faring?"
Seeing several of his subordinates busily failing to make a difference, Dakres, a squad captain of the Imperial Guards, couldn't help but step forward to inquire.