In a demilitarized zone tucked between the countries of Majekka and Nubrozstadt, there lies a mysterious wasteland where the very weave of the fabric-like nexus of magic has puckered.
It is a warped space-- the air is permeated with a gradient of magic that twists and warps not only the creatures of the wasteland, but reality itself.
In such a cursed place, even distances are not what they seem. What constitutes a daylong trek on the outer edges could easily become a weeklong ordeal near the center.
No expedition has ever returned from surveying the deeper lands, where the magic hangs thick.
This Crystalline Wasteland, with its glistening sands, distorts all that enter.
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