The Trench
The Trench. Labor, horror, and blood have forged the word into a steel tower, weighing heavily on anxious minds. Not just a wall and bulwark between warring worlds, but also a wall and dark cave to the hearts it incessantly drew in and expelled. A glowing Moloch, slowly burning the youth of nations to slag, a spun web of veins over ruins and desecrated fields, from which the blood of humanity pulsed into the earth.
From afar, it was already a grip and cold fist at weapons testing and feasts in the villages on the edge of horror, where the fighter…
