The battlefield stretched out into the distance, a vast expanse of desolation that seemed to have no end. On both sides, it was bordered by shattered remnants of once-proud fortifications. Crumbling walls, cannons, and gatehouses stood as battered sentinels of an era gone by, their stones weathered by the passage of countless years.
The battlefield was uneven and scarred, bearing the marks of siege engines and powerful spells that had torn the earth asunder. Craters and fissures, some filled with stagnant water, scarred the terrain, creating treacherous obstacles for any who dared to traverse the wasteland. It was as if the very ground had been scarred by the violence that had played out upon it.
