On the ground of the now war and battle-stricken border city of Drelmar.

  Rain lightly pours as the figure of a soldier is walking silently on the battlefield. Swaying along the weight of his sheathed sword by his hip. The figure now reveals himself to be a young soldier with bright orange eyes and an unreadable expression as he passes along.

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  Faint crackling of fire...

  Smoke, thick, black smoke surrounds the battlefield...

  Faint screaming, sobbing, retching...

  Each step is taken in thick, wetness. It is unknown whether it is a pool of mud, blood, or both that his boot becomes drenched in every time.

  The young man seems to stop walking, as he drops to his knees next to a body. It is unknown whether it is out of fatigue or grief. He wipes the blood, mud, and rain from the fallen soldier's silver armored chest. His pensive eyes reading the small name etched into the spot of the armor that is over the heart.

  "Sleep now for the both of us... Leonard."