Imagine. You are a warrior, you're holding a sword in one hand, and caused by elements other hand. The battle begins and you're in the midst of battle destroy enemies by hitting them with a sword and sorcery. And so the battle is over. You look around and understand that only you have survived. No one else is left, no comrades are neither friends nor enemies. You look at the battlefield, standing among the dead, exhausted. And suddenly realize that all in vain, for which so much blood shed, if no one else is left? You are a warrior who tries to understand, for what is carried out wars, if the outcome is so awful. And a cry of despair comes out of your chest, because there was nothing to fix and return.