It was an ancient battlefield.
It stretched before Everlearn, a desolate realm frozen in eternal ruin.
The golden ground beneath his feet was cracked and barren, and all around him lay endless mounds of bones, broken blades, and shattered armor, half-buried in the earth.
Jagged spears and axes pierced the ground like gravestones, and enormous skeletal remains of beings that were once divine loomed over the horizon.
Wisps of faint, shimmering mist drifted through the air, and amidst the decay, tufts of golden grass swayed silently in patches around the battlefield.
The breeze was harsh against the skin, though there was no dust.
He turned his head, looking up at the sky, and found a golden sky with three cracks running across its surface, pitch-black voids that stretched deep into the unknown.
There was a sun shining upon the battlefield, yet, just like the sky itself, it was also covered in dark cracks.
"The others…"
