After the Chaos War, the entire planet Esperia had to be reconsidered from a new perspective.
During the years of war, and through the relentless use of magic to sustain it, irreversible damage had been done to the environment.
One thing was certain: the conditions of life were going to change drastically, and everyone, without exception, would have to endure its effects.
But it was still difficult for many Espers to truly perceive what they had brought upon the environment, because the inertia of a planetary system that surpassed them was immense, and the most severe impacts would only reveal themselves decades later…
If, until then, a balance had existed between nature and the Espers who inhabited it, the use of magic had destroyed this balance and had gradually created an environment that was now artificial.
The time to admire nature as it truly was was over, even though it had existed long before these beings who had allowed themselves to completely repaint the landscape of the planet.
They now had to live with an artificial nature.
Or rather, survive, for those who had the misfortune of being born in areas already deeply affected by climate change…
The irony of the story is that those responsible for this were also applauded and praised.
At least, until the understanding of the StarDust present within each one, and the work of the Seven Shapes that would become One Daily Tale…





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