Revival Month, Day 43, clear skies, light breeze, good visibility.
Gryphon Knight Jinna rode her partner of eight years, escorting the Elven Great Eagle as they soared through the clear sky.
The scene of the land below was vividly clear in Jinna's sight: scorched earth burned by flames and calibrating beams stretched out beneath her, covered in dreadful craters, with wisps of smoke still rising between them. In the distant northern lands, the faint figures of stumbling giants could be seen.
These were the scars of war, a kind of war never seen before. The clash between machines and monsters had torn this land apart, and this tearing would continue.
