The Origin of Mana.
"it's all in the past," Renia spoke up, putting her phone on the table before her and crossing her legs. "Honestly; it was quite the fun turn of events seeing the gods in a fit of rage and shock every day especially my sister who until that point had never been humbled, such a pity, I secretly wished for that time to last much longer."
"As do I," Ikaris smiled at the recent memories of Arkadia before that smile slowly faltered. "No, I rejoiced at the end of the war, too many lives had already been lost, too many families had been torn apart, ours included; I know that it was brief, but I still trusted Eris, I still gave Han the benefit of the doubt even though we all know he was irredeemable," She paused and conjured a tiny shield in her grasp.
The shield had a hole broken in the shape of a hand through it and there were small bits of dry blood covering the arm straps.