i am at the front of the guard now , the source still with me , ahead of the first of our soldiers , their fires lit and ready to be shot , and behind them- behind them the entire voice of the land- quickening its stride- nearly there , i show to the source , as we pass through a deserted clearing farm swamped by receding waters and on up through a dense forest- we march through it , faster , faster still- the voices of the clearing hear us coming now , hear our voice , hear our innumerable voice bearing down on them , hear the battlehorn blown again- and we march onto a small flat of land and up through another rise- and i burst through a wall of foliage , acid rifle raised- and i am the sky- i am the sky- leading the land into its greatest battle with the clearing- the fog is thick and i seek out the clearing in the whiteness , preparing my weapon for its first firing and ordering the soldiers to raise their burning bolts and ready them to fire- to purge the clearing from the world once and for all- and then a single man from the clearing emerges .