The battle was approaching an end, the armies of Vanadiel had won back the city at the centre of the world and beast men were slain. The streets of the gardens, the port, lower and upper Jeuno glowed blood red in the evening sun as it set over the horizon. The survivors, who had hidden in the caves of Quifm, returned to find their home, devastated and their husbands and fathers dead. Prince Trion took charge of the city that he had saved from the clutches of evil. It was believed, that the attack was a plot to lower moral for Vanadiel, hoping that such a blow would not only damage their economy, but also send a message to the peoples of Vanadiel, that they are not safe. Jeuno was the most heavily fortified city in all of Vanadiel and yet the beast men were able to take it. Over the next few months, further precautions were taken to protect the nations from danger. The Windhurstians used the power of and wisdom of the tree, to magically protect itself from attack using an extremely powerful 'Protect' spell. In Bastok, explosives were planted so that the great natural walls would collapse should the beast men try to breach them. And in San d'oria, the Elves built grand siege towers and large amounts of artillery, to defend against a potential attack.
As for Jeuno, there were not enough people, to start over. It was to be condemned 'unsafe' by the global committee of Vanadiel. However the survivors did not take to the idea. They rebuilt and started again on their great city. People from all over the world joined in to help restore what was once the grand residential district of Jeuno.
When asked "why bother to rebuild? It will never be the same." The reply was simple and straight forward.
"Why bother fighting then? Thousands died for us and this city and they will not die in vain. We fight not to defeat the enemy, but to preserve what we have here, to keep Vanadiel alive. The good in this world has prevailed but at great cost. We won't let the memories of them die out so easily. We are strong and we will fight back no matter how costly it proves to be." Those were not the words of royalty, poets or historians, but the words of everyday people of Vanadiel. It just goes to show that anything is possible if you just believe.
Vanadiel had achieved a very powerful weapon during this time. It was not artillery and it wasn't magical.
It was love.
The story of the Hume and the Mithra had soon spread across the land and inspired hearts everywhere that everyone has something worth fighting for. They taught us that love, is worth dying for.