"Have you created the soil canisters yet?" a man said. His deep voice was steady as he clutched the bottle tightly in both hands. He pushed long, dark hair away from his face. His purple eyes were focused beneath the jewel-trimmed fur coat draped around his shoulders. Standing atop a snow-covered hill, he surveyed the icy factories below, which were divided into barren sectors. Gears clicked and whirred as machinery operated nearby.
The man tilted his head, examining the segmented earth below. As the brown-haired soldier approached, he snapped to attention, saluted sharply, then stood perfectly still, his eyes fixed forward, awaiting further instruction from the man.
