The stars filling the sky lay just beyond the galaxy, and the vast universe lay before their feet.
At human civilization's second defensive line on the edge of the Solar System, upon the boundless battlefield among the stars.
Above, below, and in every direction, the dark depths of space, once empty save for the occasional passing asteroid, now resembled a vast expanse of ruins.
Like an irregular, three-dimensional battlefield, layers of wrecked spacecraft, mech fragments, shattered fortresses, and ruined star cannons and lances filled every inch of deep space.
The bodies of fallen human soldiers and layer upon layer of slain alien creatures floated across this boundless battlefield among the stars.
These bodies intertwined into a shocking tableau, silently recounting the merciless cruelty of war among the stars.
Among these bodies were young, powerful Professionals, their faces still bearing unwillingness; beautiful immortal maidens who had once possessed exquisite grace, their once-lovely bodies torn and decaying; beautiful angels with broken wings, still gripping their longswords in death; and a god from whom golden divine blood flowed, dead yet unbowed! Resolve and decisiveness still shone in his eyes.
They had all fought to protect Earth and died to protect humanity's future!
The alien corpses, meanwhile, came in all manner of strange shapes and colors. Some still bore traces left by the warriors of the Pan-Human Civilization, as though recounting the resistance and attacks they had encountered. These alien creatures might have come from advanced civilizations in distant galaxies, or they might merely have been driven by even more powerful civilizations, but in this war, they had all become humanity's enemies and paid with their lives.
Bones and bodies formed a sea, rivaling the stars filling the sky in number. It was far too tragic!
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