Dirty clouds cover the scorched and decayed land. For seven centuries, the valleys, plains, hills, and basins have been soaked in high-intensity chaotic magic radiation, haunted by shadows of the perished and terrifyingly twisted monsters. Frenzied, chaotic winds pass through gaps between jagged, grim rock pillars and loose rock faces, stirring up a low, wailing hum across the land, mingled with a certain pungent smell—the scent of magic decomposing the air.
Deep within the Gondor Empire, over a hundred kilometers from the explosion crater at the Well of Deep Blue, a "base" formed by entangled boulders and twisted giant trees lies quietly dormant among the mountains.
