An eternity of war leaves not glory but scars

This mantra rings in Lizidas' head as she laid in a rock with her centuries old power armor that still works. Looking at the sunrise shining on a millenia old desolate landscape. In some ways this is beauty. She removes her helmet to finally see the world without the combat HUD that by instinct makes her hypervigilant. This here is a brief respite where she gets to be herself before months of continuous battle once again. You see her figure from afar. Though by this point, why bother with a pointless fight?