--Insanity Woods--

As the lone soldier walks among the thick shrubs, his vision clouded by a nighmarish realm that doesn't seem to end, he stumbled upon vines entangling his feet. He was raised mid air, and the large gaping mouth of the predatory flora chomped on him like a tender piece of cooked meat. He started grabbing his weapons and stab the creature, but after four days of starvation and the large effect of the hallucinogen on his mind, his efforts proved futile, and the best thing he can do is to take away all dignity in exchange for his dim survival. His anguish screams pierced into the forest, full of imaginary laughs and the screams of his fellow comrades meeting the same fate. Suddenly, out of nowhere came a soldier from the Nuzeikurgans who helped in killing the creature, releasing him from it's gluttonous hold. However, he was critically injured, his body broken beyond salvation and the only he can do is to meekly request to die with honor in a soldier's death. He ordered the F'ormik soldier he doesn't even know if was real or just a product of his dying mind to proceed with the ceremonial execution. With a heavy heart from the soldier, he began saying his last words, "Ervien... Geltrun... it's nice ... to die... in a... comrade's... presence." The sound of cold metal piercing into a dying body echoed for a second, followed by one last breath before the poor soldier's life comes to and end. On his hands, a locket-like thing was all that is left of him.

--Base of Operations--

After the previous two Hellworlds, the Diyelir commanders in charge of the mission an expected, but still worrying decline on the rank of the Kriths. After various Hive Guardians are being sent back to be observed and put under constant medical attention, they began asking the Kriths if they still want to continue with the training procedures. Everyone is given three weeks to prepare for the next Hellworld.

The next Hellworld where they have been sent is Flamebane Grave, a Type II Hellworld composing of a frozen planet ravaged by armor piercing hailstorms and endless wave of marauding ice-cold creatures of nightmares. Their task is simple, set up their camp for a week then survive the exchanging storms and hordes of beast swarming at them. Each of them are equally put into Diyelium strongholds filled with supplies including food. These strongholds are situated ten kilometers away from each other, with a space of four empty strongholds in between occupied one. There are separate fortified supply forts that offers large amounts of food but without any ammunition stocks. The evacuation fleets will arrive exactly at the end of the training, and will arrive in a location equal to the distance between the forts.

The first week seemed to be very challenging in the first place, as setting up the camp against a raging hailstorm proved catastrophic. Soldiers were forced to stay inside the forts, lest they perished in a barrage of cold ice piercing into their armor. Here, they learned that the fort is having a manual hatch that can be used to cover them during the storms. After a week, they managed to set up their respective camps, and the beacons sent planetary-wide broadcast to them that the "feast" will now commence. They will soon realized what horror will they face. From the mist-filled horizon, hordes of savage crustacean-like beasts swarmed at them with full speed, their numbers seemingly endless. For days and night over a week, non-stop wave after wave of these ferocious species attacked them with no relent, and once they think that it's safe to take shelter inside the fortress and close the hatch, it will soon became their demise, as the creatures destroyed the hatch open and slaughtered all the soldiers encamping inside. On the third week, supplies and ammunition was getting depleted, prompting everyone to travel to other forts. Fortunately there are abundance of vehicles and transport ships, but still that wouldn't save them from the never-ending attack from the creatures that they don't even where have come from and how they even managed to survive a single day on the planet. The travels are dangerous, accompanied by switching of the deadly hailstorms and the skirmishes between the denizens. Two days after the start of the third week, the casualty ended up in nine thousand soldier's lives. The attacks have been more vicious as well, spawning all kind of horrible, mutated species that destroyed various bases, prompting them to forcefully evacuate and seek another base to occupy. The last week is considered the "real hell", as by this time, mountains of corpses ravaged the planet, both from the attackers and defenders, getting buried in an endless sheet of hell-cold snow and ice. Without food, low ammunition and lack of sleep and rest, they defended their ragtag forts from the final waves of terrifying death, until the evac ships bombarded the area while evacuating the survivors from the planet. After the training, a total of thirteen-thousand soldiers are dead, thirty thousand are injured - twenty percent are on critical level- and another one and a half thousand reported missing.

They are given a month to recuperate before advancing on the last four Hellworlds, the Type III Hellworlds meant to destroy and change them from the inside. Once they passed this, they will never be the same, and they will now advance to the next level of training.


-Lamirtiasch, Urkun-Iash's Great Plains-

"Oh! I see..." Irdihan said, marveling at the thought. "Well, to answer your kwestion, Kween Sagara..." he said, pauses for a bit to think, then continued. "We use metals mainly because it helps in our eberyday libing. We use it to help in cooking pood, using metal weapons to depend against our enemies and other sabage beasts of this planet. About the history ip you're asking as well... we pirst started using it when we begin porming out tribes and clans, the pirst one made prom krude stones and sticks, as we adbance, we learned to porge metals coming prom the ores in our planet, and pind that this will usepul to as. We don't habe anyway of physikal adbantage besides our dense scarapace, so this is purely born out op necessity." he carefull explained. "Well, just a kwik kwestion again, what's lipe out there?" he added pointing out at the stars.

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