Men carried the dead bloody bodies of their comrades in their arms miles across the land to provide proper burials. The silver that shined from the massive weapons has been transformed to a dull reddish brown tinge. Pieces of body litter the countryside and the aroma of death fills the lungs of the still breathing. Many have been lost in their own insanity only to become wanderers in the deepest pits of darkness. Lands have been taken, and lives and teams have been lost as many new teams ready themselves for battle.
Food is scarce as is rest.
Only the strong can survive. Unfallen warriors sharpen their blades, raise them to the heavens, scream their battle cry, and scurry back to avenge the death of their brethren.