With Belladonna to help navigate, and my stone to lead the way, my little fellowship and I struck out into The Fray to find the path to the faerie kingdom. If we hurried, perhaps we could save Wyrm Holler.

Millennia ago, a calamity struck here. The fabric of reality was left in tatters. In time, it healed over, but not entirely and not cleanly. This is what they call TheFray. The loose threads are existential cul-de-sacs that can form entirely new biomes! Ones flush with exotic magics.

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