The aftermath of the war had left the border galaxies in ruin, their landscapes scarred and their once-thriving civilizations in shambles. Where vibrant life had once flourished, now there were only remnants of what had been. The atmosphere was thick with the weight of death and destruction, and the vastness of space seemed to mourn the devastation wrought by the clash of cosmic powers.
The soldiers of the Realm Lord stood in the silence, gazing at the ruins with solemn faces. Though they had emerged victorious, there was no denying the heavy cost of the battle. The stars themselves seemed dimmer, and the faint echoes of the dead hung in the air like a haunting melody.
Selene, the ancient spirit of nature, and Tierra, the spirit of the earth, floated above the shattered worlds, their forms glowing softly with a shimmering green light. Both of them were attuned to the life force of the universe, and the pain they felt at the destruction of so many worlds was immense.
