By late spring, the weather at Green Seed was as warm and pleasant as it could get. The grasslands around the city were green and lush, brimming with a sense of vitality resonating with the beauty of the wildflowers. The soft breeze brought with it the purest scent and the gentlest of caresses for those who paid due attention.
But the war was a cruel thing that destroyed and defiled the world's inherent beauty in more ways than one. Even now, when nature is in her best clothes, humanity is too blinded by the war's stress to appreciate. This was the case for everyone in Green Seed town except those who lived in the Astryd residence.
One day after the incident in the city of Verimar, an event that became news throughout Europe, Desmond's group returned to the town to receive honors. In this new era, acts that before would have been considered terrorism and war crimes were now decorated and praised; Desmond found it ridiculous.
