"Thank the gods, he survived!" an old man clad in long robes exhaled in relief, his face red as though he had been holding his breath for minutes on end, he slumped down on a chair, stroking his utterly grey beard like it was his way of letting the accumulated stress flow outward.
In front of him, a flat, incredibly thin rectangle was floating in the air, standing perfectly still, the edges of the odd manifestation appearing all blurry as upon its surface, dozens of smaller rectangles were cut out, and within each of those smaller shapes, visions of the battlefield all around the jungle mountain were visible, scenes of carnage, bravery and cowardice depicted all over.
When one side seemed to be gaining an advantage, it never lasted very long, the opposing force would simply unveil something new, putting the ball back in the center, of course, this wasn't sustainable, soldiers did not grow on trees, eventually, one side would begin to lack the manpower to put up a fight.
