Leonel released his arrow and it was as though the entire world was painted in black. He recalled the painting that he had seen thanks to Mo''Lexi.
He and everyone else had stood there, witnessing the tragic horror of war. The rivers of blood, the mountains of flesh. Everything seemed to be a reminder that life was too fleeting, that spending time on a battlefield wasn't glorious, but rather left tragedy in one's wake.
But there was a deeper level to this painting as well. It was one that told of determination.
It depicted the strewn-about corpses of more humans than Leonel could count. There were more dreams, more goals and aspirations, more hopes than he could ever hope to understand or fathom… all dyed in red.
There was no glory, no grand achievement waiting on the other end, there was just death and more death.
