A large man stood amidst the multiple rent forms of what had once been living creatures. An onlooker would assume that this stoic form had been sorrowfully contemplating the ruined corpses, and not the deliverer of their demise. They would, perhaps, not be entirely incorrect. However, there were no onlookers here save the souls of the freshly dead, who writhed with contempt briefly before dissipating; or perhaps they had been transported to some location unbeknownst, the beckoning of which we must all answer. The low plains with sparse uncut grass of varying vivacity cowered under the light rain that perpetually listed from the clouds. These lowlands extended out to a long range of mountains, stretching a distance that was difficult to grasp.
Man of stone and measured fury removed the anvil of a hammer from its inverted resting place and carried it once more before continuing along his unmarked path. A path predetermined by his future actions that he had not yet decided upon