The late spring breeze blows.
Near a stream at the foot of Mount Eltio, formed by the melting of eternal ice, the verdant fields are adorned with clusters of wildflowers, each flaunting their unique shapes and colors.
Among them, one flower stands out, blooming alone rather than in a group.
It is a Sainhwa, delicate and intricate like a silver ornament that might chime with a clear bell-like sound if touched. Its silver petals and turquoise stamens sway gently in the tender breeze.
It is a scene as beautiful and peaceful as a watercolor landscape painting.
Approximately a year and a half has passed since the final apocalyptic war, Armageddon.
Thanks to the combined efforts of the four nations, much of the damage inflicted upon the Serentra continent has been restored.
Each country has rebuilt its collapsed buildings and facilities, and held funerals for the victims. People have begun to regain the peace of everyday life and resume their own lives.
Of course, the voids left by lost loved ones are not easily filled. Memorial monuments have been erected throughout the Serentra continent to console the still-grieving families.
The obelisks, towering as if…