A place of death and decay lies at the heart of the Hildmoor battlegrounds. In a memory long forgotten, but not at all long ago, this was a lush bowl of swaying grass amidst a landscape of trees and hills, but now, all dead.
The earth is barren of life, drenched in oil and blood, portions of it still aflame from the last balloon raid. But soon the rain would come again, washing away the ashes - dark clouds already gathered overhead. Carcasses, mostly human, mingle in silence with the jumble of rusted war machinery. Hoards of this metal devilry covered a hill of in the distance as well, a reminder of the horrible fighting that took place there some days ago.
Beyond the hollow clearing, a few leafless and scorched trees still struggle for survival.