The warrior stood on the mount overlooking the land that stretched forth in all directions. The green of the land stretching all the way to the forest in the South. The brown red and grey mixture of the clusters of city-villages to the West. More city-villages to the North, unable to guise the red of the earth desert. In the same way that the industries to the East were not able to hide the colors of the great many drops behind them.
Even as the soldiers camped out across the green fields, things looked peaceful. This could not be the case in the minds of the enemies. There would be no room for peace as their desire to conquer and destroy enveloped even their unborn. It was war. A war that started a long time ago, and kept pushing them to rise above themselves.