• Hell.

    Thousands upon thousands of dead, dying, and wounded littering the ground. Blood and debris potmarking the otherwise beautiful landscape.

    It was beautiful.

    The carnage of battle has scarred the area with violent explosions and shockwaves of powerful magick as they war against each other. Man against man, beast against machine. A thick layer of dust has kicked up, limiting visibility. The wind, too has picked up which has caused the canyon to be blocked off by an almost impenetrable layer of stinging sand.

    Amidst the chaos of the fight a single figure stands out. He surveys the frenzy with his own sense of purpose, unaffected by the carnage that ensues all around him. To his left a man is riddled with potholes as a battalion of soldiers fire white hot lead through his soft body. The soldiers in turn quickly realize they are being turned to stone by the now dead man's ally. From the feet up they frantically claw at their hardening flesh, desperate to break free. As the last man's scream escapes his stony lungs, the mage strikes the ground, causing a shockwave that reduces the men to mere rubble.

    This place is hell.

    The man continues to scan the massacre down below. he watches as tanks blast into battlements, and mages ignite the whole area on fire. Streaks of pure energy steam across the field, lacerating everything they come in contact with. Men are rended left and right. This pointless madness seems as if it will never end.

    And then he sees it. The blood red sky makes it hard to focus on the ruby glow emanating from the rising smoke of battle. Its him! The man from his visions, but he's rapidly moving away from the battle. The man on the rock looks around to see if there is a better way around the battle, but the walls of the canyon surrounding the battle are steep, and it would take too much time to scale them. He must go though it. He must go through the bloodshed, the death, and the destruction. It is likely he will not make it through the canyon unscathed, but he has no choice. Bracing his shaky legs and choking his heart back down his throat, he leaps off the rock and hurtles into the fray.