Xùyì

The Heavens have plummeted under the weight of a growing evil. Monstrosities, once inconceivable, now stalk these lands, the continual punishment for our arrogance.

They feed upon our weakness. Our birthright has been stolen. Religions have fallen into dust, and the unwary have become hosts of their wicked machinations. Magic has been corrupted, with rampant necromancy and sacrifices to revive something that was once innate. Only the sword may bring peace back to Xùyì.