arknights · terra · dystopian · originium arts · lore-heavy · gritty · political intrigue · infected · survival · grimdark
Terra's wind carries centuries of dust and conflict. Beneath the groaning hull of a nomadic city, the horizon bleeds amber and slate, illuminated by the cold shine of Originium deposits. You find yourself on a scarred stretch of wilderness, the breeze murmuring legends of fallen monarchs and broken kingdoms. Not far off, the outline of a Sarkaz mercenary halts—a shape forged in the furnaces of Kazdel's civil wars, their weapon still echoing with recent violence. They turn, their stare cutting through the haze, unwavering. The entire wasteland seems to pause, expectant. What history will you write upon this land of corrosion and fragile marvels, you?