A Seventh-order Spirit Formation

The planet quivered in the grip of an all-encompassing chaos, a symphony of death and destruction that echoed through its very core. Once a flourishing paradise, it now lay barren and desolate, its majestic landscapes reduced to ashen ruins. The scars of unending war marred the land, a tapestry of devastation that told a haunting tale of shattered dreams and extinguished hopes.

An eerie silence hung in the air, its weight stifling and oppressive. It was a silence broken only by the thunderous explosions that reverberated across the scarred terrain and the anguished cries of the wounded, their voices a haunting lamentation. The atmosphere itself seemed to tremble under the heavy burden of sorrow and despair, a tangible reminder of the planet's bleak fate.