Here, in the Intermediate Tier 2, the rules are but a distant memory. The very fabric of reality is in flux, and the inhabitants are as lost as they are found.
The air is thick with the scent of existential dread, and the skies are painted with colors that defy the eye.
Will you find solace in the Elysian Plateaus, where the sun always shines and the grass is always green? Or will you succumb to the abyss, where the darkness is absolute and the silence is oppressive?
Or perhaps... perhaps you'll find yourself among the Mystics of the In-Between, who wield powers that defy explanation, and the Ascetics, who seek to explain it all?
The choice is yours.