Reality flickered in and out for Caesar; his consciousness floated like a weightless feather, and the approaching danger seemed more like a delusion in his dissociated state.
As he pierced through the barriers of wind with his battered body, a wave of constructed thoughts flooded his mind. The immediate scene grew distant, replaced by a recollection of previous events that constantly clouded his psyche.
Three years prior, in a rainforest within the deepest reaches of the Seharan—a region between Saint Flores and the Cornelas city line—Caesar remembered his ordinary days in the Defense Military. Though the supernatural challenges of an Indulger's life were not yet present, his days as a soldier were far from mundane.
On March 15th, Caesar and his unit were assigned to subjugate a guerrilla squad stealing mineral resources to fund their operations. At the time, both forces had undergone a full week of warfare; men from both sides had suffered catastrophic casualties.
