The vast dark battlefield of trenches, smoke, and scattered castles that Party Planner skims for thirty miles.
By the time Carl wakes it is fully dark on the plains. Smoke lies everywhere over the shattered First Trench, and from the air he can see nothing but smoke and flashing lights where his soldiers pin the fleeing enemy.
Party Planner flies fast and low across the plains, gliding as though the strip of air beneath the vehicle were ice, covering just under thirty miles on a specific route to reach the Prism Kingdom castle. Each enemy team keeps its own headquarters scattered across this ground, the Prism's being the smallest of them all.
A wide dark plain, smoke-choked and flickering with bombardment light, crossed by trench lines and dotted with team castles.
The battlefield of the Faction Wars trench assault and the raid's flight corridor.