Flames of Battle.
The echoes shook the shattered walls of the fortress. The sky above the ruins was torn apart, like rotting flesh, and thick smoke churned through the air, mingled with the cries of the dying.
Blood and ash had become the new reality. The stench of burning, the groans of the wounded, and the final screams of the doomed merged into one, sounding like the last lullaby of death itself. Ash swirled like black snow, settling on the frozen faces of the fallen.
The atmosphere hung heavy, like blood dried upon a blade. The earth, breathing heat, seemed to yearn to swallow them for the sins of others.