Locations

A frozen wasteland at the edge of civilization, where temperatures plunge to lethal extremes. Home to abandoned research stations and secrets buried beneath centuries of ice. Only the desperate or the exiled venture into this unforgiving territory.

The gleaming heart of technological advancement and administrative power. Towering spires pierce the sky, housing the elite and the engineered. The Nexus represents order, control, and the promise of perfection—at a price most cannot afford to pay.

A mysterious region where reality itself seems unstable. Strange phenomena occur with disturbing regularity, and those who enter often return changed—if they return at all. The Polar Void holds secrets about consciousness that the Sovereign would prefer remain hidden.

The agricultural and industrial backbone of civilization. Sprawling farms and factories stretch across the landscape, worked by those deemed 'Mother Tongues'—natural-born humans who serve the engineered elite. Life here is hard but purposeful, bound by duty and tradition.

District 5 is the industrial heart of Earth—a sprawling maze of rusted towers, neon-lit slums, refineries, and gene mills grinding endlessly beneath a sky choked with ash. Acid rain falls in metallic sheets while phosphorescent alloys cast a dim glow over endless crowds of workers. At its center lies Red Square, the Fray's commercial artery where deals are made, contraband is traded, and survival is negotiated one transaction at a time.

Beyond District 5 lies a scorched nuclear wasteland where civilization dissolves into radiation and ash. Home to the Mother Tongues—full-blooded humans who've adapted to survive where others cannot—the Cinder is ruled by the Black Ash Syndicate. Here, law no longer exists. Corporate patrols don't enter. Few outsiders who cross into the Cinder ever return.

Orbital habitats circling Earth, home to the Sovereign and the perfected elite. Here, in the cold vacuum of space, the engineered live in luxury and immortality, gazing down upon the wasteland that was once humanity's cradle. Earth—ravaged, depleted, left to rot—now serves merely as their mining colony, its last resources extracted to fuel the construction of new worlds while the old one withers beneath them. The Rings represent the ultimate abandonment: paradise built upon planetary ruin.

The system's capital and largest city of almost a million people, located on the Moon. Home to the aristocracy class—pure-blood descendants of ancient African and Western European bloodlines. The Citadel, a fortress of splendor, serves as the Sovereign seat of the Arch Baron. Within the Great Hall, Earth's last treasures are safeguarded, and the highest tier of education shapes rulers and visionaries. Crystalline mansions glitter beneath the Aegis Array, adorned with Martian silks and rare asteroid metals.

Oblivion's End wasn't just a bar. It was a symptom of a larger disease—a festering lesion where the Fray's hopelessness came to forget they were still alive. Inside, the air hung thick with curling tendrils of VapEuRa, slow-moving like smoke, clinging to skin like tree sap, lungs burning, as your memory fades in and out of reality. Phalanx Corporation developed it specifically for bio-engineered humans. Every surface, bar, booth, and stool was corroded by years of exposure to synthetic vapors.

Located on Mars in an uninhabitable region far from human settlements, these severely dilapidated structures have stood for hundreds of thousands of years. Built by the Handarians—the mysterious pre-human race that created the Solaryns—the ruins remain standing despite their ancient decay. The entire civilization of this alien race was centered around memory, and these monuments serve as testament to their obsession with preserving consciousness across time. Though new human colonies exist on Mars, none dare venture into this desolate region where the Handarians' legacy endures.