Orion nodded grimly, his eyes calmly yet solemnly scanning the ancient battlefield stretching endlessly before them. "Exactly. Each decade, warriors gather here to spill even more blood. I doubt anyone even remembers clearly what started this all."
Arya softly whispered, her voice filled with sorrow, "So many lives wasted… for what?"
The day gradually slipped toward evening, the oppressive gray skies deepening into hues of orange and crimson.
As the sun dipped below the distant horizon, Duke Varian signaled his unit to halt for the night as the rest of the commanders also stopped their respective soldiers.
Soldiers swiftly broke formation, spreading out across the flat, barren land, each unit beginning to erect their tents with precision.
Soon, hundreds of thousands of small campfires flickered gently across the encampment, casting long, dancing shadows upon the weary faces of warriors preparing themselves for the coming battle.
