ARIDACEA

Deep within the Paniverse, the shattered plane of Aridacea hangs beneath the blood moon sun of Khalis and the endless void of the Chaosnode. Across its volcanic reaches stand the remnants of fallen kingdoms, drowned cities, forgotten temples, and ancient roads swallowed by ash and dust.

Beneath the surface, root systems spread through the world like veins through stone, carrying powers older than memory. Some worship them. Others fear them. Most pretend they do not exist at all.

But something is changing. The air itself hums with rising energy, and the mournful dirges of a dying world have begun to change their tune.