Old City Ruins

Remnants of an earlier age, reclaimed in part by corrupted growth and shadow. Nestled against mountain faces and beneath terrain that swallows light, the ruins are largely untamed; refuge for those seeking anonymity, power, or distance from the world above. The vegetation that has taken root here does not grow with life, but with corruption. The ruins themselves bear the marks of cycles of collapse and partial rebuilding, each layer older and stranger than the last. Time feels deeper and aged in the old city. Most who enter with purpose, leave humbled.