Years before the Locust ever revealed themselves to the surface world of Sera, there was still war. Still blood, still battles, still men clutching rifles and their thoughts not of death but of the life they might never have. For one man, those thoughts had already become reality. “Does anyone have any words to say?” Wayne asked the squad. He was greeted by the awkward silence he’d expected. From there, they had only the order to go on: to the next hill, to the next battleground, to the next war.