The world has turned itself on its head. It has become a barren wasteland, for all you know. Where hope once was, the lights turned black. Fires were spread out through any nearby lands, though they seemed to be dying down. Rubble filled the nations as charred corpses could be found every now and then, scattered about either hidden beneath the rubbish or rotting on top of it. Any nearby cities had been turned to burning or charred ruins.

You stood atop a burning pile of rubble and other junk, staring out towards far away ruins. there were few trees still standing, though they were burning as if the sun itself was eating away at their remains. It was truly a sorrowful sight, especially since this was your former home. this city, which you now saw in ruins from afar, was crumbling down despite the battles being long past. This was your doing.. you started the war after all, did you not?