The battlefield was a chaotic storm of swirling energy, with Alex standing tall amid the turmoil. His heart pounded with a mix of determination and exhaustion. The weight of the battles fought and the loved ones lost weighed heavily on his mind. He took a deep breath, feeling the burn of his resolve strengthening his body.
The landscape around them had been transformed into a desolate wasteland by the battle's fury. The ground was scorched and cracked, jagged fissures cutting through the earth like open wounds. In the distance, the once lush forests were now nothing more than charred remnants, their trees reduced to twisted, blackened husks. The sky, once a brilliant blue, had darkened to a foreboding shade of gray, swirling with ominous clouds that seemed to mirror the turmoil below.
