The regions never reclaimed. The lands humanity had abandoned to the beasts, too dangerous, too overrun to recover. Where the four kingdoms were order and safety, the Wasteland was chaos and death, endless territories crawling with swarms of beasts of every conceivable strength.
And that was what made it so uniquely terrifying.
In the sanctuaries, there was order to the danger. The First Sanctuary held only Awakener-level threats. The Second Sanctuary, Evolver and Surpasser-level beasts. The strength of the enemies you'd face was predictable, bounded, understood. You knew what you were walking into.
The Wasteland obeyed no such rules.
Within its borders, you could encounter anything and everything. A pack of Awakener-level scavengers one moment, a Surpasser-tier predator the next, and, lurking in the deepest, most dangerous reaches, beasts of Ascender-level power, monsters so formidable that even the kingdoms' strongest fighters would hesitate to face them.
