[Tharion Core — The Aether Forge.]
His hand traced the southern reaches of the map.
"A realm where magic and steel merged into one. The magitech empire that created it forged war golems, mana-powered engines, and weapons that sustained themselves without care. Our airships, our city lights—many of these come from scraps recovered from its ruins. But the machines inside still function. They learn, they adapt… and they will match you blow for blow."
[Xytherra — The Blooming Abyss.]
He jabbed a sigil hidden deep within the jungles.
"A civilization in harmony with nature itself. Their mastery of life magic could heal any disease, grow food in barren lands, even grant animals human-like intellect. The upper floors still hold plants and medicines worth entire fortunes. But the gardens have grown wild—vines that choke steel, flowers that dissolve flesh, beasts that stalk you with human cunning."
[Orivian Gate — The Astral Vault.]
