The forest is littered with destruction, bodies and gore. Red, blue and brown are the new colors of what was once a serene, luscious forest, which has now become the stage of a long, destructive battle. The air which would normally be filled with the scent of food from a nearby town is now carrying a thick, black smoke and small embers, something no survivor will ever forget. An army and a rebellion fight each other for independance, but it's starting to become clear which side will win. The wounded of the losing side are spread around the forest and the faces of the fighters are grim with despair and the certainty of death, but they force themselves to fight nonetheless. With a certainty of victory the winning side pushes on and on. Some have succumbed to bloodlust and are frantically killing any enemy in sight, while others just wish all this was over. The toll on both nature and humanity is heavy. It'll likely take years before this forest will have recovered. It's clear explosion holes, debris and lost bombs have taken the place of plants, flowers and trees.