The mist blankets the world, an unnatural, roiling cover over the landscape that never fades. In the mist, Beasts roam, strange, wild things ready to pounce on wanderer and caravan alike.
Only in the cities are we free from the mist. Behind their great walls and the old contraptions that filter the air, we can live our lives almost as we did centuries ago, before the mist. Here, farmers plant, tailors sew, children laugh and Huntresses, the trained warrior elite, guard the gates, keeping the Beasts at bay.