The bright sunshine illuminated the earth, with clouds dancing in the sky.
The wind stirred the green leaves, the vast plains' wild grass undulating like ocean waves.
In the summer of the Silver Moon Seventh Year, the entire continent still struggled in iron and blood. Standing on Gray's side... or rather, on the side of Jones and Richie—the forces of the White Bone Holy Light Court—were brewing a counterattack.
It would be a grand-scale decisive battle, the clash of iron and blood before dawn breaks. Even in the name of justice, countless families would still be shattered.
Sounds awful, doesn't it? To pursue beauty, a price must first be paid. And before beauty is realized, it only exists in your mind, you don't even know if it will become real.
Individuals, tribes, or factions, at this moment all turned into gamblers, sitting at the tables and betting everything they have.
The future is elusive, but at least for now, the world is beautiful.
