The once tranquil winter landscape was transformed into a chilly reminder of the horror and carnage that can result from violent conflict after prolonged fights.
The delicate sheen of frost that had once blanketed the ground was now marred and disrupted, and the violent dance of combat had churned it into a muddy mixture of slush and earth.
The recent footprints, a chaotic pattern of aimless imprints, silently witnessed the frantic movements during their fight.
The lifeless bodies of the four Frantian soldiers were scattered across the snowy landscape. Their once-vibrant lives had been extinguished in the unforgiving dance of survival that they were engaged in.
Each was a stark silhouette against the pure white of the snow, serving as a reminder of the quick and ruthless nature of the world.