There is a lull in the fighting; I hear waves crashing against the seawall.
It should be soothing, after the screams and war cries, but it isn't.
The eternal crashing is so incongruous with war, where everything is proved to be impermanent.
It grates on my nerves, till I feel eroded by the ceaseless tide, like the seawall itself. It's driving me insane.
I shake my head, grinding my fists into my ears.
With a groaning shout, I march off towards the city, heeding the call of battle.
Perhaps returning to the normalcy of madness will ease my troubled mind.