Baptized in eternal light, the people here were reborn 'neath scorched and scarred skies. The Gods lay dead, their sacred bones resting where they had fallen. Domains remain filled with unanswered—or ignored—prayers. Cities willingly embrace the shadows to rebuke the very sun that once gave them their farms, their food, and their people's strength. Here, all bow their head in reverence to the Great Blue—will you?