A battlefield is chaos.
It is a wide layout of destruction. And as such, it requires capable soldiers spread out in the canvas of carnage in order for it to be called a battle.
Different brigades are led by competent leaders, and they handle various battle positions while properly sticking to the established formation.
Every role is important, and is required to remain firm—from the vanguard, to the flanks, to rear defenses and support—else, failure is certain.
That is the nature of war.
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"We won't be together? For real?" Justin's voice echoed among the students as he raised his brows and voice in shock.
"You didn't know that? I figured it out pretty early."
Eric sighed as he flexed his glasses. To him, all of this was just common sense. Anyone could see why the Otherworlders couldn't just be one elite force when the front lines had various areas that required attention.