The desolation of the No Man's Land greeted Falcon and Orchid as they ventured into the scorched, barren landscape. The air was heavy with an eerie stillness, punctuated only by their panting as they slowly trekked the charred ground.
To say that it was charred was an understatement. The ground was entirely black even though the ash had long since drifted away, but the Earth remained dark as night.
The mud had hardened and not a single plant stood against the wind. There was no cloud in the sky, and the sun was harsh and burning over the ruined mess. Heavens were still punishing this territory.
