the men were, at first, in awe at the marvels of the demons, some even slightly wishing that there was no war. but as the green faded into grey, the water into dust, the forests into ash, the men saw the new world as how it should have been... desolate, uninhabited, the flowers which once gave a beautiful aroma had now become small patches of dirt, leaving behind the smell of beauty to become a deathly gas.  the troops moved on, leaving behind the ruins of shen, reinforcing their numbers to the hundreds of thousands before interacting with the orcish horde.