The Southern Battlefield, lying at the desolate edge of interstellar space, once thrived as a bustling corridor of interstellar trade, but had become a ruinous aftermath of war. The sky was devoid of any clouds, shrouded only by a faint grey haze, as if even the air had been polluted by the gunsmoke of war.
The ground was littered with charred soil and shattered rocks, resembling a dead wilderness. The vegetation that once flourished had long been destroyed by the flames of war, leaving only patches of withered yellow grass and the occasional twisted tree, its trunk contorting as though in an anguished wail. Here and there, one could see fragments of broken machinery scattered about, rusty and forlorn, as if recounting the fierce battles of the past.
