Where Ashkhar walks, fire obeys — and the world learns the price of defiance.
The land does not burn where it passes. It melts.
It does not grow heads to survive. It grows them to remember.
Where lightning strikes twice, it is because Korthyrax has turned around.
“You do not fight the wind. You endure it—if it allows you to.”
Sacred Root Crossing is a living causeway—an ancient weave of thick, gnarled roots and firmer peat threading across dark, still water like a natural bridge that was never meant for hurried feet.
Lantern Rite Crossing is a narrow causeway of packed earth and stone edging through a pair of dark marsh pools, its borders marked by low rock lines and solemn stone lantern pedestals.
Volatile Herb Garden is a luminous wetland patchwork—raised peat beds boxed in timber frames and overflowing with bright, bioluminescent blooms that burn like embers against the dark water.
Stormwatch Rise is a lone hump of higher ground in an expanse of marsh—an exposed peat mound crowned with wet grass and ringed by wind-bent reeds that hiss and bow under the weight of steady rain.
Sunken Vision Pool is a mirror-still bog hollow where the water lies unnaturally calm.
“Some places are meant to be crossed once—and never lightly.”
“The dead do not ask to be remembered. The living require it.”