Zero and Kai continued their careful trek through the very open area known as the Midlands.
The battlefield stretched out, a desolate expanse under a bleak, overcast sky. The possibly once vibrant land was now marred by craters and scars from the relentless attacks from players from who knew how many cycles. Scorched earth and shattered remnants of trees stood as silent witnesses to the carnage, their skeletal forms silhouetted against the dull, grey horizon.
As they pushed deeper into the area, Zero noticed that what he saw littered on the ground from a distance were fragments of uniforms, broken and scattered weapons, as well as what looked to be the remains of various beasts - these were silent testimonies to the ferocity of the conflict that had raged here.
Zero covered up his nose. "What is that stench?"
The air was heavy with the acrid smell of smoke and the metallic tang of blood, mingling with the faint, nauseating stench of decay.