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Fires burning eternally.
Mournful eyes gaze upon the decimated remnants of man's marvels.
For many, death has become them. Their souls withered into the dust of the earth.
Agonizing screams carry on the breeze as the unmistakable droning percussion of small arms rattles, and rips through flesh and bone.
The corpses of the fallen litter the barren wastelands, emitting the putrid scent of charred flesh and coagulated blood.
The overtones of humanity have taken a half step down in the symphonic score of life. The sound alone shatters the mind, sending some into hopeless dismay. Shocked into disgust.
The remaining few souls balance on the edge of a blade, hovering over the burning ether.
Should the horrors break them and they succumb, no mourning angel would dare bring any soul back from the brink. For life in this hell is worse than any means of death.
Though, while death seems as a less torturous path, the fading mist of sulfur and black smoke revea