Meanwhile, back in the Western Continent.
The smoke had finally started to fade.
The fires were out.
The screams had stopped.
But the weight in the air lingered.
Across the Western Continent, the aftermath of the beast invasion left scars that wouldn't heal anytime soon.
The fields outside Dawn River City were blackened and covered in ash. Once, those lands had fed half the surrounding towns.
Now, the soil was burned through, poisoned by beast blood, and the formations were shattered.
The main streets of Sunreach Fort were cracked and broken, deep gouges tearing through stone roads like claw marks.
Half the buildings still standing were barely holding together.
Here and there, soldiers and civilians worked silently, stacking rubble into neat piles, gathering broken spirit stones, trying to find whatever could be salvaged.
No one spoke much.
There wasn't anything left to say.
