The death toll here is staggering. Colonial tanks push through concrete ruins only to die to fresh Warden tanks. Then Warden tanks would do the same. A no man's land stretches from the outskirts of Fading Lights to its most southerly crossroads. A place where nobody bothers to remove the corpses or clear the rubble of the battle. I spoke to a man who said something about an endless supply of Colonial Tremola grenades that didn’t go off littering the battle. I was assured they wouldn’t go off, but couldn’t help the feeling that I was walking in a minefield. I saw a few Wardens pulling Lunaire grenade launchers off of corpses. Hundreds of dead were strewn across the ground, rifles still in hand. The medics were too preoccupied with freshly incoming wounded from Colonial advancement. The medical tents were burgeoning. I watched the light leave the eyes of so many lost souls.