The field was clear and still, fresh of blood and death. Smoke rose in the distance, a sign of destruction.
Bodies here lay unmovingly, their fate whispering a forgotten redemption.
A little creature quietly moved through the corpses, hiding in plain sight, it maintained its identity as the master of camouflage. But as this unseen creature went on with its business something of marvel occured.
Gently a swirl of invisible energy erupted from the direct center of the field, then a huge pressure akin to the hitting of a sledgehammer on an anvil, hit that direct center.
Time came to a halt, from the fallen bodies of mortals, billions to trillions to infinite dots of whitish particles escaped to the ether, forming a huge moon sized transparent orb as it gathered.
In the orb, the particles made human outlines of primitive men bashing each other with clubs of stone.
