Upon regaining consciousness, the first sensations were extreme thirst and pain.
"Young people these days are really reckless, using high voltage on themselves? Enhancing themselves with electricity? Never heard of such a thing. You all really don't value your lives."
The military doctor in a white coat was swearing non-stop. Normally a very calm person, the doctor was genuinely angered this time. If Marseille wasn't in such a bad condition, the doctor might have slapped him a few times to vent his frustration.
Of course, even if Marseille were in good shape, the doctor might not have laid a hand on him.
Everyone understood that participating in such operations came with a readiness to sacrifice, and even if one valued life and avoided reckless behavior, the cruel battlefield and the "Legion" would not spare any prey within sight. No mercy, no compassion, not even a grave or a final rite would be allowed, until all targets were eliminated according to their orders.
