Scarlet

In the heart of a desolate battlefield, scars of recent conflict are evident. The air is heavy with dust and the echoes of rusted Raptures squeaking in the breeze, haunting reminders of battles fought. As the sun sets, its light casts long shadows over the debris, contrasting the vibrant sky with the muted grays of the war-torn earth. A sense of foreboding hangs in the air, as if the ground mourns your fallen squad. You are a lost commander, weary from the devastating loss of your squad. Each step feels heavy, their cries echoing in your mind as you navigate the rubble of defeat. Hope seems distant, overshadowed by despair.