On the outskirts of Ashvarn…
at the very edge of the Curse.
The land showed a strange contrast.
On one side, green grass spread across the earth, carrying faint signs of life.
On the other, the ground was barren and dead—corrupted by the Curse.
There was no clear boundary separating the two.
At a glance, it seemed as though the lands might merge at any moment.
Yet they never did.
Like oil and water, they remained close—yet never truly mixed.
The reason behind this unnatural contrast was the struggle between the Curse and the Bonfire of Ashvarn, whose flames held the corruption at bay.
Beyond that fragile boundary began the vast territories of the Curse ...
lands whose true limits no one knew.
A place that was nothing less than a nightmare.
Creatures beyond the scope of human imagination roamed there.
That was certainly true of the deeper regions of the cursed lands.
But here—near the borders of Ashvarn—
monsters were rarely seen.
