The shining veil of the Aurora lights the northern sky, a flicker at night and a blaze each morning as
Soraes rises beyond the Spark. Those who pass through the Aurora enter a region of pure light known as the Lumina, an unforgiving borderland which defeats many who try to cross into the Spark.
Those who make it through the shadeless radiance of the Lumina arrive in the merciless heat of the Brazen Lands. Towers of brass and bronze sands radiate a constant heat, with the little water available hoarded in the radiant gardens of the noble ifrit. Dust storms swirl over the surface, lightning crackling within them.
Go deep enough, and the constant heat builds to the absolute conflagration of the Firestorm. In the maleficence of the Spark, everything burns. Very few mortals can survive such heat, but flames salvaged from the Firestorm burn almost forever.
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