It was the end of a long bloody battlefield.
A vast field of green that was once with blooming flowers and was the playground of elves and spirits was now left with decomposing bodies and broken swords.
A piece of land that was once called the Scared Garden was now reduced to the mere name of Tomb of Red.
A disheveled man covered in wounds was running across this field of corpes, entangled in the bloody mud. He was trying his hardest to move forward, stepping on the bodies of his old camarades without guilt or shame. All he wanted was to escape this place that was now his hell.