Chapter 75 Behind The Shadows Of The North

• The damp smell of earth and rusted metal mixed in the air, stabbing the nose of anyone who breathed it in. Inside an old bunker hidden deep in the northern forest, a man sat slumped against a cold concrete wall, his body wrapped in tattered military clothes that no longer bore any rank. He trembled, not from the cold, but from trauma. His face was pale, his eyes dull, filled with the shadows of a night that hadn’t yet faded.
• Denny Cross was still alive. But only his body. His honor was gone.
• “They’re all dead… everything’s gone…” he muttered weakly, staring blankly at the cracked floor.