The brilliance of the giant sun poured down from the sky, piercing the thin clouds above the old lands of Gondor. Several magic airships bearing a distinctive elven style passed through the clouds. Sunlight fell upon the metal plating and crystal nodes of these ancient flying machines, casting off a uniquely dazzling sheen. Amid the deep, pleasant humming sound of their anti-gravity mechanisms came the cries of giant eagles nearby—the Giant Eagle Knights assigned to escort them had also emerged from the clouds, forming protective ranks on either side of the airships as they advanced.
Below this convoy stretched the boundless Gondor Wasteland—or rather, what had once been the Gondor Wasteland.
The wasteland's history had come to an end. Under the influence of the Blockade Wall that stretched for thousands of miles, the chaotic force fields that had lingered over the land below for centuries had been subdued. Though those hills and plains remained covered in an unsettling blackish-purple hue, the contaminating energies had been confirmed to be receding, and the various deadly anomalies and Aberrants had ceased their activity. As the toxic substances that could only remain stable through Chaotic Demonic Energy gradually decomposed and dissipated from the soil and groundwater, that dark land would soon become fertile fields—and the mineral deposits sealed beneath Gondor, along with magical materials that had accumulated in its mana-rich environment for seven centuries, would finally become available for extraction.
The Alliance Nations, whose national strength had been greatly depleted by the war, would receive abundant recompense from this endless expanse of fertile land. The blood they had shed would rapidly be restored in the great development to come—provided the Alliance's stable order was not broken.
Bercetia gazed through the polymer window at the side of the cabin, looking out at the distant sky