The world moved past in an instant. From small villages to hills, the most that Farhad saw was a bunch of farms that had been waiting for harvest. 'It's beautiful.' He thought, looking at the golden grass holding the wheat kernels.
The war had been a drain on his mind, the violence and carnage were never one-sided. With each kill at your hand, you lose a part of yourself, and this is what Farhad had experienced during the constant war.
So seeing the golden fields, for some reason felt good to Farhad. It made him witness the peace that he had been fighting for. 'Was I fighting for this?' He asked himself suddenly. As far as he can recall, there was never an agreement on his end to take part in this war. He was given to the military with the prior agreement with the Radiant Order as well as the Church of Red Sun, who then used him for war.