The sky was overcast with drizzle, and the low, oppressive clouds seemed ready to descend. A world war was being fought in this low-order War World, and it was nearing its end.
Boom!
A ball of flame fell and exploded on the frozen ground, blasting out a huge crater. Several figures charging forward were sent flying by the impact, their bodies covered in mud softened by the flames.
"I can't go on. We'll die if we stay here. So what if we advanced to the Second Order? Aren't all the contractors on this battlefield Second Order?"
An armored youth sat beside the crater. Before entering this world, he had believed that he was already strong after advancing to the Second Order. The world war had taught him a harsh lesson.
"Plate Armor, how about... we escape the war zone?"
A female contractor holding a staff spoke up. The staff in her hand looked very much like a Dead Wood stick.
"What's gotten into you people?"
"Will Paradise execute us for violating the rules?"
"If it doesn't execute you, will you survive? The Death Paradise side is about to charge over. All those mentally unstable bastards on our side are dead."
"Then let's try it."
Several men and women made up their minds and sprinted toward the edge of the war zone. A few minutes later, the rumbling behind them gradually faded, and all of them looked delighted. After escaping this far, they had received nothing more than a warning from Paradise.
Amid the howling wind and snow, a figure could vaguely be seen approaching.
"Go back. You've already left the war zone."
The voice carried through the snowstorm, making the fleeing contractors stop in their tracks. They focused their eyes on the figure ahead. Because of the short distance, they