Cataclysm Year 27, the 11th of July, nighttime.
Guetard, the city of psionics and former capital of the Ulan Empire, northwest of the continent.
On the boundless sky above all things, the warm blue moon was illuminating the silent land in the company of dazzling light from countless stars.
There were no plants here. Above the gray-brown stony highlands, there were only endless black Death Shades with their scarlet but lifeless gaze, wandering around the huge boulders within the Guetard highlands.
Between the thin vapor that was everywhere, there were many Death Shades flying visibly in the air. They appeared to be powerful and strong-willed, leading the Death Shades on the ground that had no will to speak of in a certain order, circling and patrolling the center of the highland where a majestic city stood, concealed by the fog.
