KYLAR
Every step we take is bathed in the blood of our enemies, and we move forward without hindrance, strengthened by the aether of this world.
The forest in this strange land of metal structures is impossibly small, not enough to house a pack. But it gives us a place to regroup, and it smells of life.
The damp earth, rich and cool in a world that's on fire.
Trees. Green trees that bleed sap from fresh wounds, full of vitality and standing tall against the sky.
Bushes that scratch at our skin. Insects. Even the telltale rustling of squirrels, seeking to escape worldly terror as they push deeper into the shadows, higher into the branches over our head, blocking out the slowly lightening sky.
The sky is beautiful, too, even with the monstrous rifts within it. Indigo fades to an orange haze as the sun rises. There is no oppressive heat here. The air is not dry, leaving our mouths parched.
Life.
