Eldralis

“When the gods fell silent, the world began to whisper.” A continent of withering grandeur and holy decay, Eldralis endures in the twilight of its final age. Once sanctified by the divine flame, it now burns with fever and fanaticism. The moon hangs low and red, the air thick with incense and ash. The faithful claim this is merely another turn in The Withering Cycle — the endless death and rebirth of the world. But the flame is dimmer than ever, and even the gods have forgotten their own names.