The Radian Plains were a vast, mostly flat stretch of hills and grasslands that lay around Roann, butting up against the mountains. A month ago, we had laid siege across them, driving to the very heart of Radia. They still bore scars of that battle. Ash drifted on the wind, and yawning fissures and craters littered the earth. Thick, chaotic swirls of residual mana drifted in the wind, carrying whiffs of elemental magic.
All this met my gaze when my eyes slowly fluttered open. The sun was shining, cutting through the heavy haze of dust and smoke lingering over the battlefield in streaming sunbeams. A slow, steady heartbeat sounded in my heart, and warmth pressed against my cheek. I yawned, looking up, blinking slowly. The breeze felt nice, stroking my cheek with a cool hand that contrasted Luke's warmth.
