Echoes of the Fallen-"Road to Death" - Scene 1: The Battlefield Piano music

"Road to Death" - Scene 1: The Battlefield
The sky was a murky gray, dark clouds gathering ominously over a desolate landscape. The ground was a grim mixture of mud and blood, evidence of countless battles fought and lives lost. The air was thick with the scent of iron and the sound of clashing steel echoed in the distance.
In the middle of this chaos, a lone warrior stood, panting heavily. His clothes were torn and soaked in blood, both his own and that of his enemies. His eyes, wild and frantic, darted around as he sought out his next opponent. His breaths came in ragged gasps, each one a painful reminder of his numerous injuries.
"Run, run, run," he muttered to himself, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Who will beat me?"
He was more beast than man now, his humanity stripped away by the relentless brutality of the battlefield. Blood trickled from a gash on his forehead, mingling with the sweat and grime that covered his face. His muscles ached, and his mind was a haze of pain and adrenaline.
Like a cornered animal, he was driven by a primal instinct to survive. He clutched his sword tightly, its blade stained with the blood of his foes. Every movement sent waves of agony through his body, but he welcomed the pain. It was a reminder that he was still alive, still fighting.
In the midst of the battlefield, he felt a twisted sense of euphoria. The pain, the blood, the chaos-it was all a part of him now. He had gone mad from the seeping pain, his sanity drowned in the endless carnage.
The world around him faded into a blur as he charged forward, his war cry piercing the air. He was unstoppable, a force of nature, a harbinger of death. And as he fought, he knew that he was on the road to death, but he would go down fighting, defiant until his last breath.