Once trapped in linearity, Lualdi now lives its grim past, its torrential present, and its cataclysmic future all at once. Second by second, the region marches towards a seemingly inevitable apocalypse that is shrouded in enigma not for what it will do, but why. The answers to the mysteries surrounding the impending calamity may lie deeper in the reaches of time than any may expect -- and somewhere with them is the answer to if Lualdi can even be saved or if it should be abandoned to its fate. But whatever you do, do so quickly... The apocalypse will not wait for you to make up your mind.
Even if near-constant rainstorms never change how the majority of Domorto is nothing but a dry wasteland, Lagvitta Lake has yet to succumb to the drought that plagues the land. The soil around the lake is as grey as the rest of Domorto, and even the abandoned, torn-up furniture, rundown buildings, and incomplete stone fences that are sprinkled around the lake's outskirts seem washed-out and drab. Sometimes gales of wind or rainstorms will reveal a buried keepsake from a bygone era, but would-be treasure hunters are rarely encouraged to go here. Domorto locals claim that the lake has a tendency to calm people to the point of utter apathy -- such that they will never leave Lagvitta Lake and join the bones hidden beneath years of lifeless soil.
