Lunar Year 2028, March, Number Five.
Inracetales, which has been frigidly quiet for several months, has finally welcomed a hint of warmth again.
On the azure horizon, a strand of red light pierces through the darkness, and the red sun gradually rises at the end of the sky, bringing long-lost light to this desolate land.
The morning light spills onto the sea, the waves ripple, and a silver phosphorescence spreads out like countless diamonds on the endless sea, painting an incredibly beautiful, breathtaking scene.
The once bone-chilling cold wind now feels like a lover's gentle caress on the face, exuding irresistible warmth.
The early morning sunshine also carries a smidgen of warmth, generously poured onto every joyous face, illuminating the endless devotion in their eyes.
This day is a day that the people of Percival will never forget, and it is also a significant day in Percival's history.
