"Third Bell, Ascendant Watch. Winds red at the eastern brink. I record this not for remembrance, but warning. The Aetheric Concord is broken, shattered like the crystal-laced canopies of Caer Lomir. The Guilds once traded fuelcells like salted meat, but greed breeds razors—what began as tariffs swiftly escalated to flame. Sky-fleets clashed over the fractured arches of the Eserine Vaults. By my own reckoning, the War of the Broken Suns lasted six years. Others say seven. The sky still weeps embers from it."ARTIST GRAPHIC DESIGNER