The Dead Besiege the City

Night fell.

The setting sun hurried to hide in the shadow of the horizon, and the elongated shadows of the mountains fled like the wind. By the time inhuman, terrifying roars drowned out everything else, the last glimmer of daylight had finally vanished.

The night was an impenetrable fog, filled with ghostly shapes. Countless dreadful shadows wandered like specters, and everything looked like a scene from a nightmare.

Captain Andre Madrid leaned against the inner wall of the thick bunker fortifications. Staring into the furtive darkness ahead, he once again thought of Chau Sara from many years ago—his homeland, which had been rebuilt time and again but could never recover its once-lush green fields. The Sara sung of in "Goodbye, Sara."

Back then, Andre had still lived with his family. Now, all he remembered was his mother's voice and her old Bible, which recorded the Final Apocalypse War. If Chau Sara had not been destroyed by the Zerg and the Protoss during the First Contact War, it would have looked like Chazington did now.

Had the Emperor's Korhal Revolutionary Army not arrived in time, he should have died somewhere on Chau Sara or Mar Sara long ago. Even if war had not killed him, Zerg infestation would have.

Even before the Terran Empire was founded, Andre had been a gunner in the old Confederacy, then a revolutionary soldier, and later an Imperial Marine. For more than a decade, he had never left the front lines, fighting inhuman monsters countless times and facing the terrifying shadows of the Void.

Among the Imperial Marines, whose average age was under thirty, Andre was already considered old. He had fought more battles than all the wars ordinary Imperial citizens knew of put together. More than once, he had clawed his way back from mortal