Eshon. The dominion of the Elune House.
The wintry landscape, once serene beneath its veil of silver frost, had become a graveyard of shattered stone and frozen blood. Entire districts lay in ruin—walls split open like broken ribs, towers reduced to smouldering skeletons, and streets buried beneath ash that mingled with the snow in streaks of crimson and black.
The Beast Titan's rampage had carved a scar across Eshon that would not fade for generations.
More than half the land was destroyed. Homes had collapsed into heaps of timber and stone; marketplaces were reduced to charred frames; halls of the Elune House stood cracked and hollow.
Thousands were displaced, forced to gather in makeshift shelters along the outskirts where healers and volunteers worked without rest.
It was, without doubt, the greatest disaster in the Elune House's long and storied history.
And yet, annihilation had been averted.
