Overworld.
Darkness blanketed Herion like an eternal eclipse.
Once a thriving city of marble spires, flowing aqueducts, and sacred temples, Herion had now become a battlefield of gods and monsters.
Its skies were blackened, its waters poisoned, and its once-proud structures shattered beneath the weight of a cosmic war.
The people had either fled, perished, or were consumed by the creeping tendrils of corrupted Gaia, now a floating abomination—her body distorted beyond recognition, her divine form twisted by the entity within.
The City of Herion was no longer the proud capital of the mortal world.
Those who remained, stared in defiance at the creature responsible for all of these.
A dome of corrupted energy radiated from Gaia's twisted form, a floating abomination of vines, tendrils, eyes, and mouths, all swirling around an enormous core of divine malice.
