Thousands upon thousands of casualty reports had passed through his hands.
But only today did he truly realize the cruel reality behind the cold numbers on those parchments.
'To him, a casualty report of less than a hundred people didn't even qualify to be placed on his desk, but now, dozens of bodies were piled together...'
The faces of the fallen were frozen in the agony and ferocity of their final moments, their unblinking eyes hollow and lifeless, staring straight at him.
The stench of blood constantly filled his nostrils.
For the first time, all of this made him realize that a casualty report was never just a simple number.
It was just as Lord Koller had once warned him: behind every number on a casualty report lay the suffering of countless loyal souls and thousands of shattered families.
If he could not understand the meaning behind these numbers, could not understand what Loyalty and courage were, then his soul would one day fall into the Demon Void Realm.
