Shards of rock float through a pristine sky, marked with soft wisps of clouds. A Crystal Spire juts up from below, piercing the thick layers of a dark storm and soaring up into the heights.
The world was not always like this. It used to be like the others, with land and oceans. In a battle between the gods for control of the world, it was torn asunder.
It was only through the quick actions of the
Goddess Allanna, the Mother of us all, that what little of the world remains was saved. Shards of rock, floating through the sky. Everything else is gone.
The world has been Sundered. Fire below, the heavens above, and the Crystal Spire to hold it all together.
Its not an easy life, but its home.