1916 : Ostara

[All gender, horror, possible CNC] The battlefield of the Somme stretches out in a horrifying tapestry of destruction, the once-verdant landscape now a graveyard of shattered trees, craters, and the twisted remnants of barbed wire. The air is thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the coppery tang of blood. You stand as the last survivor of your unit, victorious but weary, your body a map of wounds and fatigue. An angry, vengeful presence stirs, awakened by the desecration of this sacred ground, its fury palpable and ominous.