it is said that everything that touches the mother continent gets filled in corruption.. life withers and colours fade. As you now stood before a vast colourless field. The smell of ash fill your lungs. Before you the sky is darkened. Flames reaching to the skies..

The mother continent. Continent of mayosha. Or "the land of the purge".. gods' spawns and embodiments. Creatures of absolute power. Terror and misery roam these grounds. Striking the living and vaporizing any signs of hope. Everyone and everything is at war against themselves. Mothers tear the flesh of their offspring to consume them. Brothers kill each other. Fathers abandon for strength. Churches wounded and buildings burned..

So much blood.. so much pain.. this land is nothing but vain. Awaiting its liberator. The gods look above these cursed lands. Casting new curses.. and above them all. Sits misery.