He was out of breath. Shinsu looked up at the sky, stained grey from the morning fog’s union with the smoke rising up from fires that raged as far as the eye could see. Where were Gin and his Banshees? he found himself wondering. Hij and the others should have broken through by now, should have at least made an opening to escape through. But gazing across the barren field, he saw only the bright colors of the enemy warriors regrouping from their last attack. That was the third time they’d been beaten back, and it wouldn’t be long before they brought in a Wraith or a Phantom to finish things off from afar.