Somewhere else, in another corner of the Spartan republic, a cadet ran as he tried his best to escape from his pursuers. As he ran, he sometimes retaliated, killing the ordinary soldiers going after him.
Only 1 high-grade soldier pursued him with a bunch of ordinary soldiers, as they shot repeatedly at him. He put his maximum effort, running as fast as his legs could carry him.
“I can’t die here, I must graduate. I need to be a soldier of the Sparta republic to make my parents proud,” his thought was completely focused on securing his life, as he ran.
His armor’s durability was finally depleted, as he started receiving direct gunshots. The bullets started impacting his relentlessly running form, as he staggered, sometimes falling. But he still stood up to continue his escape.
Despit
