Within the Tower of Chronos, time bends to knowledge and control. Yet even its keepers fear what sleeps beyond their measured hours.

A realm where art, invention, and divinity blur. Its brilliance burns bright—but creation always carries a cost.

Roots whisper and branches bleed; every step through its depths recalls what the world once was—and what it may yet become.

High above the peaks, airships and citadels ride endless tempests. Here, ambition is lightning—and every spark risks a fall.

Shifting dunes hide relics and truths best left buried. Those who ride its sands chase glory, or are swallowed whole.