061: conquest

The smoke, at long last, started to clear from the land. Once fertile fields, under the burdens and pains of conflict, now laid barren for endless miles. The seas, once shimmering and blue, now were caustic to the touch, contaminated by acids of unknown origin. A stench of bile and rotting carcasses lingered over all; not even the wind, no longer playful nor innocent, would bear to whisk it away.

Nothing stirred; there were no stones or holes left for anything to have hidden under. A dead landscape for a dead world.

And yet, once, so many fought for dominion...