Yeatland City.
Twenty years ago.
The aftermath of the war between humans and the Lunaris was devastating. The once peaceful and prosperous streets of Yeatland City now lay drowned in sorrow and chaos, the scent of blood and ash drifting through the cold wind, reminding everyone of the nightmare they had just endured.
On the broken streets, the few survivors — wounded, solemn, and hollow-eyed — wandered aimlessly.
Parentless children cried for their dead parents, their tiny voices echoing through the ruins. Adults dashed through the debris, calling out names of missing loved ones, their faces twisted with frustration and fear.
Down one of the quieter streets, two lone figures walked slowly, their eyes scanning the wreckage left by the war.
