"Look, I have nothing against Krishna or the Pajeets, my concern remains keeping this damn battlefront alive! If you let so fuckers co here because of their selfishness, are we just supposed to bleed and die for them?" Zach growled.
"..."
"I have no idea where you get your black and white morality from, but fuck it! You already died once. How can you still be so stupid? Because you prevented Krishna's assassination, now we have to find a way to get rid of him. Isolde's situation is even worse!"
"What is wrong with her? She only wants to live for her husband." I said through clenched teeth.
"And what? She is a fucking reaper! Her duty is to Hellsgate, not to that gay ass Tristan bastard! Because of her, more and more Phantoms are refusing to beco Specters! Fuck their mories! Tino, Gadhala, and Jack all followed her rebellion."
Surely an exception, repeated enough tis, would beco the rule. But mories were what made a person. If you had to give them up, many would be too afraid of the future.
"Look, it is not that I cannot understand, but I have made the sa sacrifice. I am already a Specter. Why do you think I did it? Because I wanted to lose my mories? No! It was because there was no other choice!
If everyone follows them, how will we replenish the assault teams?"
"..."
Again I was unable to answer. Zach's logic was sound. The fact that Isolde was a very old Phantom proved that you could stop at this point and still survive.
A lover, your parents, your children, even your pets. People lived and fought on for many different things. If you forgot everything, not many would want to make the sacrifice. Especially when becoming a Specter ant going to the front lines.
I was able to get an idea of how the transition to a Specter happened from Isolde.
Basically, Specters would only retain mories of those around them. This ant that anyone who died would eventually be forgotten.
Even if she evolved into a Specter, as long as I was alive, she would rember . But for soone like Tristan. No matter how hard she tried, the mories would slowly be erased from her mind by her own soulgem.
It was as if this was a failsafe to allow the Specters to continue fighting,' I thought to myself.
Survivor's guilt was a real thing. Sotis even the people who survive a traumatic experience get so scared that they get PTSD. They stop functioning as normal people.
PTSD or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was, of course, based on two things. The event and the traumatic mory. If the mory disappeared, the trauma would naturally go with it.
It was a stereotype in the dia that people who suffered a trauma would suddenly develop amnesia.
But this was not just for entertainnt. It was because there were nurous cases where the brain itself inflicted the amnesia to protect the sanity of the mind.
While it made sense from the commanders' point of view, it was incredibly cruel to those whose mories were erased. If no one rembered, what would be the proof that you had ever lived?
"Do you understand now? I personally asked Jack so many tis to reconsider! He had a barren wife he could not forget. While I understood him as a person, he was a failure as a Reaper!"
"..."
"Reapers do not get the luxury of deciding to go to war. We are already outgunned and outnumbered. What would you call powerful people who deliberately hide behind the front lines?"
"Cowards and traitors." I answered involuntarily.
They often said that the privileges given to leaders were proportional to their responsibilities. It seems that this was even more true for the Reapers. However, the more I learned, the more disappointed I was with the current state of affairs.
"Bastard, no John. Do you know about the ti limit of Hellsgate?" Zach asked.
"Yes, Lilly told . That the world has ended several tis, that those civilizations beca the myths we know today. And that it will happen again if we do not close the Hellsgate first."
"Hmm. It seems you were not lying about being close to the princess, then did she tell you how?"
"How?"
Lilly never ntioned how, doesn't the world end in an instant? Ragnarok was a huge battle that ended in Asgard's defeat. In the Bible, the trumpets sound and all hell breaks loose. Not having a definitive answer, I just shook my head.
Zach gritted his teeth as he spoke. "Hell breaks open."
"What?"
"Hell breaks open. Everything you see in Hellsgate cos to the surface. Hellsgate is a literal gateway to Hell. Once Armageddon cos, the undead will swell to a thousand tis what they are now."
The Nightmare then looked outside the cafe and gestured with his hands.
"All of this?" It would be ravaged like a virgin in a prison. Once the reapers can no longer hold the undead at bay, they will rise to the surface and end all life.
"The undead have no purpose or reason. They only seek to end the living. Monsters and demons may have so inclinations, but they have the sa impulse.
"For now, Hellsgate can resist, so we can even have peaceful days. But soon we will not be able to stop it. The only solutions are either to raise an army strong enough to beco a breakwall, or to close Hellsgate from within."
Zach's words reminded of the enlistnt. When normal people t the undead, it was hell in every sense of the word. And if that happened on a global scale, the tragedy would be unimaginable.
"Now do you understand? Of the seven battle fronts, there are even rumors that Antarctica has already been breached. If we do not strengthen our forces, we will be next!"
"Wait, what do you an? Antarctica has been breached? I have a friend from there! How could that be?"
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