Hulls crash and splinter upon the shores.

Life grows strong in this realm of plenty.

A mirror is a perfect prison for one's sense of self... until it cracks.

A travelling merchant offers wares in perilous times.

Valako kept them here, to perfect their skills for war... but the Blood Fever consumed them.

This lonely island lay untouched for centuries.

What once was, shall be again.

Her one-woman crusade continues still.

What lies beyond the limits of mortal understanding?

The truth lies somewhere between light and shadow.

The crumbling landscape reveals what lies beneath...

You will find what they did not.

The past lies piled under dirt and rot.

Traces of history remain.

On the edge of the sea, the dead are closest to home.

The land has forgotten what came before.

They came by ship... and they never left.

Life roils over layers of bones.

This place was not always so bleak.

The past lies untouched where the living dare not tread.