Three full days after the travel that was Expedition Day, Liam Hennessy, an Exeter Combatants was once again sitting up on the side of the supplies depot. It was almost noon, though you wouldn't think it after looking at the sky in the necropolis. It always seemed to be the same dreary, somber weather, the perfect mood for the place where hundreds of men were killed and wounded.

Liam leaned back further into the firm ground that was supporting him. He rested his head against the embankment and stared up at the moody sky, a few locks of mahogany hair falling into his eyes, finally free from the confines of the heavy, metal helmet, which now rested on the ground beside him.

The sounds of screaming men and whizzing magics still rang clear in the ears of the young Soldier, mixing with the continuous roar of the monsters far away in the d