The roar was deafening, the roar of desperate soldiers trying to overcome an unseen foe, the roar of soldiers who were in a hurry to find a way out of there despite knowing that the only way out was to fight or die, the roar of soldiers who doesn’t want to die by friendly fire from their very own confused comrades, the roar of soldiers who only want to fight those they considered enemies and not the ghosts and apparitions that they had been dealing with all the while they got there for war, the roar of soldiers that had just been told to charge their enemies knowing fully well that they might still get taken by the ghosts, apparitions and the traps still laid in, but that full charge order had made them break free of the dread that held them after tripping the first few traps and losing a
