Futuristic past memory

Harry's gaze swept across the desolate landscape, a grim witness to the aftermath of a harrowing battle. The mortal battlefield lay strewn with lifeless bodies, remnants of the fierce clash that had unfolded mere hours ago.

On one side, the fallen green-clothed soldiers, their uniforms now tattered and stained with the blood of war. On the other side, their blue-clothed counterparts, just as motionless and devoid of life. There was no distinction in death, no allegiance to be discerned among the lifeless forms that now littered the scene.

In the heart of this macabre tableau stood a man, an embodiment of violence and carnage. His body drenched in crimson, every inch a testament to the brutality he had wrought. And within his deep black eyes burned an ominous light, a chilling reflection of the darkness that consumed him.