The fierce battle in Belorussia is still continuing, Kayutsa — Russian muse who sings deadly chores day and night, tilling the enemy frontline relentlessly, Operation Bagration passed its sixty cruel nights.
The generals despairing, the frontline is on the collapse brink, “The disastrous defeat in Kursk last year has put an end to the empire!” — as they said.
“Two years ago our headspear was thrusted to the Kremlin's throat, so close to a parade day in Moscow, but yet so far to completely knock them down. How ironic, ‘The victory before Christmas’ line is nothing more than a blatant lie.”
As Germans fighting morale shattered, the tenacious spirit of the Red Army is higher than ever. They vowed to their Motherland: “We shall die on our dearest land, no matter what. The Red Army will not stop advancing toward the enemy until Berlin is completely destroyed.”
How do they stop them? That was questionable. They stumbled on the stairs to the bell on the Kremlin, and fell down the iced ground, drowned in their own blood in Stalingrad – which was an unconquerable city as they rumored, again miserably defeated in Kursk. Now they are standing against them, weakly resisting the dominant blows from the unyielding regiliant soldiers from the East.
Their time has ticked, and it comes.
Günter hastily ran to the radio station, as he received an emergency announcement. He stepped inside, where there were crowded radiomen working at excellency.
“The Supreme Command had given us a call?”
That radioman turned to him, “Yes, yes they were. Our frontline had requested support from all fronts immediately, especially to dispatch to Army Group Center’s battlefield.”
He smashed the table, grunted and whispered something.
“We… We…”
Suddenly he looked up at the radioman, “That's… Fine! The Supreme Command will find a way to replenish the losses. As we did last year!”
What a cursed lie I've told, he said himself.
The Army Group Center is clearly collapsed in front of all generals eyes. If they continue this, the Army Group Center might be erased! Or it did already, The Master of Defensive Doctrine – Model could not save the battle, then who could? What a bloody defeat!
The Soviets advanced day to night, restlessly eliminating our fortifications. Königberg is in danger! Poland is being threatened directly! The war could not be worse!
“I can sense it… The end of our Great War is coming to an end.”
Germany's fate is in every generals hands, they can sense their life on the line. Perhaps, after those long years, the greatest war is against ourselves, they realized. The Wehrmacht’s belief started to shake, it's ready to drop straight down since the SS – the upper class self declaration taking more power.
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The Mondstadt people started regretting not hearing Jean's words. They stand no chance against that Otherworld's Force, what happened that day is unforgettable.
Corpses that can't be treated are laying down on the ground, the face is covered by a white veil, withering alone in the corner of the city, screaming and moaning from the injured people can be heard from a distance. The city had turned upside down in only several months!
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“Eula…! We are almost there!”
“Eula! Eula! What happened!” – Noelle ran to Jean – who carried Eula at the back.
“Noelle! There's no time to explain by now!” — she ran across Noelle.
Jean hastily ran to the Alchemist's house, he's the only one who can bring her back to life — who is also stressed with papers and potions.
“Come on cat! Can! You! Stop!”
He is busy with his own work, the alchemist is not for an amateur. His cat makes it harder by tearing all his work into waste papers.
“Alchemist!”
He grumblingly answered: “Who's there! I'm busy! Tomorrow please!”
“Alchemist! Please! Eula is in danger!”
“Hmph?”
He opened the door, seeing Jean was carrying Eula — who was critically injured and bloody. He was panicking, he had never seen Eula nor anyone been this badly wounded.
“Jean! Eula, what made her into this!?”
“The Mysterious Force! They attacked her!”
“Bring her inside! Quick!”
Every second passed, the more she came closer to death. As the Alchemist diagnosed, she suffered internal bleeding and was wounded, a very deep cut in the stomach, blood loss intensely in critical spot, which was difficult to treat.
“... I have never seen any person who can still survive after all of this… This is such a miracle.”
He started medical treatment. Even though The alchemist had used every upper class medical herbs – pureed Windwheel Aster for ease pain, Silk Flower powder to disinfect and faster recovery.
“Cleaned Snapdragon will stimulate the recovery of damaged skin.”
He started bandaging her with disinfectant rags, this would help her recover well.
“What on Earth the monster had you and Eula skirmishes? I can not imagine how strong it is.”
“That's hard to say…”
“... Mhm, I see, ingredients from Elements creatures can also help her injuries.”
Everything seems going well, the wounded stop bleeding, Eula respiratory is stable. But suddenly, she spits out blood and hardens coughing.
“Cough… Cough…”
Jean panicking, Lift up her head.
“What's wrong! Eula!”
“Ms. Jean, this is the side-effect of herbs, don't worry.”
“...!”
Diluc entered inside, he had no clue what happened, but his hot-tempered personality assumed right away that the old man tried to harm Eula.
“What are you doing old man!” – he approached the Alchemist, intending to push him out of Eula's body reach.
“What are you doing! Mr. Diluc!”
“Don't be silly! Are you trying to harm her!?”
“No! Mr. Diluc! She got critically injured from the battle, please! Let me treat her wounds!”
He turned back, indeed her body was covered with alot of injuries. Diluc heavily breathed, and went outside.
The Alchemist shaking: “Please Ms. Jean, Mr. Diluc, I know what I'm doing. Pardon me but can you two go outside for a while? I'll call you back once I'm finished with my job.”
They went silent, but proceeded to go out.
He long inhaled, highly focused on the important preparing herbs. He slowly picked up the ingredients, pouring the Whopperflower Nectar liquid into the bowl, mixed up with Ley Line powders. Created the secret herbs that can cure a hundred diseases.
“All will be good…”
The alchemist tries to calm down, his excellency skill is still there, as long as he's still breathing, and his heart still beating. She coughed blood again, which made him panic, he had to rush! No place for mistakes this time.
“Hope this helps you, Eula…”
He successfully mixed the ingredients, all things are set.
“May Barbatos bless me…”
He applies the mixed herbs on Eula's skin, simultaneously casting the spell. He began to lift up his middle finger and index finger, and whispered the spell.
Magically, her body feels purified, as the cool water runs through her heart. But his soul is unstable when reading longer, making the spell ineffective.
Her eyes are losing sight, her limbs weakened, Eula lost consciousness.
“H—hey, what happened…!”
Feeling something wrong, they approached inside.
“What have you done!”
Diluc angrily strangles the Alchemist.
“That… Was… Just a part of medical treatment… What the hell are you doing…!”
“Shut up! Old man!”
He squeezed it tighter.
“Argh… Huh…”
“That's enough, Diluc, let him go. He's the only one who could save her!”
He doesn't say anything.
“... Ah… Hah…”
“This is an order! Knight Favonius Diluc! Are you resisting my order?”
Diluc reluctantly stopped.
“Aye, now you're happy?”
“...”
“Eula needs me to cover her… She passed her critical moment, but that doesn't mean she will be fine…”
“...”
From the distance, at the Starfell Valley — where the massacre by artillery occurred.
“Who can say this is a battle? This is a genocide!”
A hundred bodies lay down on the ground, underneath the shelling crater, not entirely corpses, bodies That can't be identified across the steppe.
“I… I can't take this… Tell them to bury those unfortunate soldiers.”