Point-of-View: Arkiela
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I let out a sigh and stretched my arms up as I stared down at the city from high above, surveying the battle, which had mostly begun to die down.
Plumes of smoke were rising up all over the city, the stench of blood and death permeating the air, with corpses and disembodied body parts scattered all over the place.
I've been flying around the entire place for a while, watching people kill and be killed, it's been a pretty entertaining bloodbath. Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and it looks like this battle is now over.
It's always fascinated me how, despite their finite lifespans, mortals always end up in conflict with each other, often over ridiculously petty reasons.
How wasteful...if you've only got a certain amount of time before you cease to exist, why would you risk cutting the time you do have short?