Goat Field of Shangri La

A once-tranquil field of knee-high golden grass, now trampled by Gavrok’s heavy ship into mud and crushed vegetation. The ground bears the brutal imprint of landing struts, its verdant peace shattered by the monstrous descent of black alloy plating. Delta’s people flee through the churned earth as Gavrok’s forces spill out, their Boojums and boots kicking up dust where laughter once rang.