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Forty-eight hours. That’s an eternity when each minute sounds like a sniper’s breath.

But we have something the enemy doesn’t understand. We have a damaged tank, a crew of stubborn idiots, and one letter from home that hasn’t been delivered in six months.

Maybe they are.

Tonight, Riley showed me new coordinates. Her eyes were red from the cold—or from crying. She won't admit which. “The Centurion can make the jump,” she said. “But we’ll be alone on the other side for at least forty-eight hours.”

We’re not heroes. We’re just too far north to turn back. Valkyria Chronicles 4-CODEX

— Claude Would you like a second piece from an Imperial perspective, or a short scene based on a specific battle or character (e.g., Raz, Kai, or Minerva)?

Day 47 of the Northern Cross offensive.

I miss Minerva’s calm voice over the radio. I miss Kai’s scouting reports that always ended with “No contacts… for now.” I even miss the way Raz chews his rations like he’s angry at the food itself.