The soft, creamy yellow wall gradually eroded Erno's vision, eventually completely overtaking it.
The land remained somberly silent, with an oppressive atmosphere more suffocating than thick smoke.
Erno stared fixedly across the river, but in truth, he could see nothing.
Sweat uncontrollably seeped from his palms and fingers, making the gunstock damp and sticky. Erno hesitated repeatedly, before finally, like a thief attempting his first steal, tentatively loosening his grip and quickly wiping his hands on his pants.
At that very moment, a human figure suddenly leaped out from the wheatfield on the opposite bank, fleeing towards River Valley Village where Erno was stationed.
"They're coming!" The figure splashed into the river, rolling and crawling as he frantically shouted, "They're coming!"
Erno, whose heart was already in his throat and fingers on the trigger, suddenly realized—the man was originally a lookout placed by the commanders across the river.
