Sunlight.
It was something taken for granted by those who experienced it, something judged as a natural part of the universal system that would always be present.
However, in a time of war, in a time where dark clouds covered everything as far as the eye could see, not naturally but through the effects of countless mana emissions coagulating and polluting the world, sunlight took on a new meaning.
As the bright rays of the sun parted the clouds of the Wild Continent, showering the cracked and sundered earth with an aura of vitality and power, the dark and bloody battlefield found its resting place.
Several million soldiers stood together, kneeled to the ground, cried their hearts out, and celebrated the fact that they were alive.
After all, it was truly a miracle.
When the number of soldiers was decreased from the tens of millions to the single-digit millions, it became clear just how harrowing the previous battle was.
