Hero of the Storm

Augustus did not know what the Imperial soldiers on the front lines were thinking at that moment, but he could surely empathize with them.

Everyone had been fighting for a full day and night with scarcely any rest. For those stationed on the outermost lines in particular, even being rotated out for a little sleep had become a luxury. By the latter half of the night, the side effects of stimulants had brought a host of adverse reactions, making things even harder to endure.

The battlefield air was perpetually filled with the deadly toxic fog of Defilers, like a layer of gray, decaying mold hanging over the positions. Even if hot food could be sent up from the rear at a time like this, nobody could eat it now.

Just as before, this battle with no end in sight was both brutal and agonizing.

Enemies came from every direction. Fighting had broken out across multiple fronts, and Amon's Protoss, Zerg, and Void creatures had launched all-out assaults without regard for the cost from the very beginning. The battle had become incredibly difficult almost as soon as it began.

There was simply no way to contain the casualties. Headquarters had no choice but to send in its reserves ahead of schedule to fill the gaps in the lines. Once the enemy opened a breach on the battlefield, there would be no possibility of sealing it again.

At first, the wounded could still be sent to the temporary medical station at the center of the temple. Later, as the situation worsened, even lightly wounded soldiers were sent back into battle after only the most rudimentary treatment.

Throughout it all, Augustus personally led the Royal Guard as the final reserve, ready at any moment to rush to the area in the gravest danger.