The camp lines up as they do every morning, with an eerie silence engulfing all of them. Not a single whisper is heard, yet everyone knows what the others are thinking.
This morning a notice was sent that another camp, that held their peers of tower 6, was attacked and destroyed. Well over a thousand Marrin soldiers, young students, have perished.
What hurts them all, even more, is that the Contalian soldiers had somehow managed to sneak past all of the Marrin soldiers guarding our border and instead chose to attack a training camp.
The notice stated that the commander at that camp had called in for reinforcements, as shown by the arcana signals, but for some inexplicable reason, the person who was meant to receive the alert ignored their cries for help.
All of the soldiers at tower four's camp look towards Wildren with the same expression, filled with sadness, fear, and even further, anger. A deep-rooted hatred towards those who killed their classmates.
