The land is scourged by the war. Earth is not the pretty blue planet it once was. There are seas of ash as far as the eye can see, craters and ridges, and all that remains of the great cities and monuments that the humans once had are piles of rumble and the occasional ghost town. Yet even in this destruction there are signs of beauty. Trees are regrowing, plants and vines wrap around where once a house stood. In it all nature still reigns. A sign perhaps that not all is forsaken.<br/><br/>This is now the realm of angels being barred from heaven and not being able to find refuge in any human or demon town. They are forced to stay in the destruction they helped create. This is also where the war still wages on. Angels clash with demons, the occasional human straggler or warrior, and even the dreaded horsemen on occasion.<br/><br/>The waste is not where those who have a choice remain.