War wasn't what Fylan had anticipated. Every war veteran Fylan had met had seemed excited for the start of the war yet seemed to hate it. Fylan hadn't understood it then, but he did now. The fires of war burned bright and burned all whom it touched. Yet the burns numbed the pain, leaving nothing but a void. The lines between victory and defeat, life and death, friend and foe were blurred. For those marching down the path of war, they were all one and the same. "There is no Victory. There is no Defeat. There is no Life. There is no Death. There are no Friends. There are no Foes. There is only the Flames of War" (verse 11.1 of the Codex Paladinus).