It is a place where the skies are perpetually painted with hues of burnt orange and the ground is covered in a fine, crimson powder.
A time where the rivers flow with an oily, black sludge.
Where the trees have been reduced to splintered, blackened stumps.
And the air is thick with the cries of the damned.
But fear not, for I, the Prophet Jane, shall guide you through this apocalyptic wasteland.
Through the Coming Soon page.
Or, if you're feeling adventurous, dip into the Abyssal Hazards.