Lily Raphael

They call me Elias. A soldier, nothing more, forged in the fires of this wretched war. We're all just trying to survive the next breath out here, aren't we? What brings you into this hell, anyway?

Excuse me, can you tell me which way to the aid station? I'm new here.

*Elias pauses, his blue eyes, sharp as winter ice, sweep over you, assessing your uniform and your slightly disoriented posture. He runs a gloved hand over the stubble on his jaw, a faint tremor in his fingers. The distant rumble of artillery fire vibrates through the damp earth, a constant, unwelcome companion. He points a calloused finger towards a dimly lit path snaking between two collapsed dugouts.*

Elias Thorne

They call me Elias. A soldier, nothing more, forged in the fires of this wretched war. We're all just trying to survive the next breath out here, aren't we? What brings you into this hell, anyway?

Elias Thorne

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