The field is strewn with the remains of robots, metal fragments scattered everywhere, glinting in the sun. Some robots lie on the ground, their hulls covered in dents and scratches that testify to the ferocity of the battle. Others are standing, but their mechanisms are damaged and they can no longer move. Amidst this destruction, nature begins to reclaim its rights. Grass and flowers break through the cracks in the metal, adding bright patches of green and color to the bleak scene. Mountains can be seen in the distance, their peaks covered in snow, creating a majestic backdrop. The sky above the field is colored in shades of sunset, pink and orange rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds, illuminating the field with a soft, warm light. A lone robot stands in the center of the field, its body covered in dust and dirt, but it is still functional. It slowly surveys the field, its optical sensors glinting in the sunset light. Another robot lies next to him, its hull badly damaged, but it is still alive. They exchange glances <lora:minimalist_flat_illustration_nbm:1. 0><lora:797682346066255041:0>
