A week had passed by since the victorious war against the Demon King's army.
Following the exact day after that, a United Memorial Mass had been held by all Five Nations.
The Frontlines, the vast expanse of land where the war had occurred, had also being the place which had been used to bury and pay respects to the hundreds of thousands of dead rankers whom had died in the war.
The land, despite how barren it had previously been, was transformed once again, but this time, not by Xavier's, but by Amael's hands.
It was now a vast, evergreen, grassy plain, one that stretched on for miles upon miles on end.
Trees towered all over, all of them perfectly lined up in a way the spread out as canopies over the vast terrain of the land, serving as shade for the multitude of headstones that had now populated its expanse.
Truly, it had become a beautiful place, one befitting of valiant rankers who fought till the end for Arcanora.
