Prologue
Gore, accompanied by the stench of bodily fluids. The air now polluted with this foul substance and nuclear waste. A victory the warriors proved all too hesitant to win—and with good reason. The responsibility that was to be inherited with this massive wasteland—a pure abomination before God and man.
The reconstruction alone would be extensive, let alone restoring refugees to their rightful homes. Home—if you could even call it that now. An elaborate maze once untouched by grimy human hands, now littered with manmade shortcuts and passageways. True as it is, man is to be thanked for the current circumstances, one must never allow themselves to become consumed as the humans once did. Overtaken by greed, power, lust and hatred. One must understand how to remain as they have been trained, especially in times of crisis such as these.
In times such as this one is to forget their differences with that of their own kingdom and come together to recreate peace, in whatever form is available.
Right?
