[center][h2][color=lightsteelblue]"Like Home."
Foreigner's Lowlands[/color][/h2][/center]

She walked through the plains in silence. To think, there had once been a thriving civilization here. A bustling city filled with markets and people, all going about their lives with not a care in the world. Children would run through the streets, buying an apple on their way home from school. Shopkeepers would open up for the day, complaining about their backs with a frown despite how much they loved their work. Young couples buying jewelry to celebrate an anniversary. An old man getting something to drink at a newly opened bar, despite his wife's nagging about how lonely she was at home. And now it was all gone, every single indicator that any of that had ever existed washed away in but a single day.

For most, this empty landscape would serve only as a reminder of the tragedy that had claimed hundreds of thousands in but a single night. But for her, she could only see this place as the place she once roamed. It reminded her of her own life, both her campaigns of destruction and the wide open plains that she would ride through. Indeed, these wide empty plains where civilization once stood reminded Altera of home. It was comforting in a sense. It was silent, peaceful. All that she could hear wass the wind blowing through the grass. Crickets beginning to play their nighttime symphony. The crunch of dirt beneath her feet as she took another step. The light hum of the Sword of Mars.

As for why she was here? Maybe it was a trip to the place that she would feel most comfortable in. Perhaps she had been searching to see if something had survived, something for her to destroy now that she has been summoned. Maybe she was scouting for whoever or whatever had summoned her, trying to find an enemy to kill. The most likely conclusion though, is that it was a challenge, a way to say, [color=lightsteelblue]"Come and face me, you Heroes of legend. Let me wipe you from the face of the earth like I have so many before. Let me offer your lives to Mars."[/color] That might just very well be the case considering how she walks with Noble Phantasm already drawn, as if she is ready to destroy any in her path at a moment's notice. Or maybe it was just a simple walk.

She made no effort to hide herself, any person with a familiar would spot her easily. Why would she? She was the Scourge of God after all, the mighty King of Destruction. She was a killing machine, void of feelings like fear or anxiety. So she continued her walk across the plains, pretending that she was home for just a moment. Just one more minute of peace before she fulfilled her purpose. Altera roamed the lands once again.