All that spread through was death. Destruction incarnated and chaos personified; in the shadows, all kinds of scenarios happened: the good, the bad, and the downright ugly.
But despite the height the anarchy reached, the fuel of war had lessened. It was akin to a campfire erupting at its peak, before withering into harmless smoke and soaring to the sky.
Whether the current parties could survive, that tipping point, remained to be seen. Leaving only time and fate to answer.
And as a man once said before, he became the first emperor: "Every man and woman, who travels these burning grounds. You may not and shall not run under the assumption that you are special, for the fire treats all trees equally."
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The sounds of dripping water, the ragged breath of a tired man, the cracking of a bruised fist — Eltic conditions became clear for all curious minds.
He was dying, slowly, but surely.
