Wright slowly walked among the collapsed and ruined debris, the wind from the south blew across the fields, through the trampled and destroyed wheat fields, and into this devastated place. The wind no longer carried the smell of blood and burning, but instead bore a moist and fresh sweetness—which indicated a summer rain might soon arrive.
After the rain, the grass and trees would sprout anew, and tender shoots would grow in the ruined fields. Nature always recovers vitality quicker than humans, while this village, set ablaze by the retreating aristocratic Soldiers, is uncertain when it will be rebuilt.
