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Port Zolfo is sometimes called the gateway to Lualdi. As the largest port city in the region, tourists and visitors from all over the world most often begin their Lualdi vacation in Port Zolfo. The whole city smells like the ocean, and strict anti-pollution laws have kept even the busiest docks and harbors clean. The waters surrounding Port Zolfo are teeming with surprisingly docile wild Pokémon that stick their heads out of the water in hopes of being dropped some food. Enough people in Port Zolfo own a boat of their own that there are "parking docks" for citizens' boats just as some cities might have public garages for cars. From enormous cruise ships whose arrivals and departures are heralded by signal horns to small, private fishing boats that bob up and down in the smallest of waves, Port Zolfo is truly a sailor's city.

Sub-boards: Port Zolfo Gym, The Stantler Inn, Hotel Sawsbuck

Roma Road is a long, winding cobblestone path that is worn down by the feet of innumerable travelers and countless tropical rainstorms. In ages past, it was the primary road to what is now Enghia City; now, it is simply a popular trail for those seeking a leisurely, peaceful stroll. Seaside grass grows between the broken stones of the road, swaying in the ocean breeze, for Roma Road never strays far from the coast of Primarrivo. It curls and rises and falls with the hills and small coastal cliffs, and the crashing of waves can be heard even when the ocean is out of sight.

Brick buildings dating to the colonial period and modern skyscrapers stand side-by-side in Enghia City. In some cases, skyscrapers will have bases that resemble their colonial neighbors, even having porches with small flower gardens, a small sign above the door with a hand-carved street address, and elaborately-decorated window panes. Entire districts of the city have been lovingly preserved to look like they were plucked out from hundreds of years ago, and the residents of these districts must go through the Board of Historical Preservation to make substantial changes to their home that may jeopardize the "stuck in time" feeling of the neighborhood. Even districts that don't have laws regulating the exterior appearances of the buildings tend to outlaw "anachronistic" businesses to the southern part of the city for the sake of maintaining Enghia City's unique aesthetic.

Sub-boards: Enghia City Gym, South End Shopping Center, Museum of Lualdian History

The hot and humid Nookalpra Cliffs are a difficult journey except for the most dedicated of hikers. Craggy and perilous to traverse even where well-meaning hikers have set up rope handrails on relatively safe paths, these inland cliffs are perhaps more suited for rock climbing than walking. Despite the difficulty, many make the trek anyway for the sake of seeing the pitch-black, leafless tree that has spread its roots throughout the cliffs. Its gnarled old roots may look dead, especially given how they sometimes curl and break away along the rocks towards the base of the cliffs, but the tree has only grown over the past few years -- only slightly, but enough to show that the tree is very much alive despite appearances. The colossal tree houses the occasional Pokémon, but they rarely remain for more than a day or two. It's as though whatever draws people in to see the blackened tree repels Pokémon from staying for too long.

Toppled headstones and debris make up this labyrinth of a graveyard. Its name is both evocative and misleading; the Gravemile is certainly large, but it extends out for several miles from where it "begins" on a seaside cliff. It has been called a city of damaged graves due to its size, and there seems to be no rhyme nor reason with how the gravestones were placed. The epitaphs are sometimes able to be pieced together or are intact on less-worn gravestones -- by the cliff, the graves are hundreds of years old. At the very edge of the Gravemile, the headstones all read with modern names and dates close to the present day, and graves dating from 2019 have become an increasingly common sight. Despite there being no gravekeeper to tend to the graveyard, the Gravemile only continues to grow with new additions by the day.

Because Lossulli is built on filled-in swampland, underground metros and trains are a structural impossibility at best and a life-threatening hazard at worst. As such, the city skyline is filled with a tangle of tracks that run past high-level floors in skyscrapers. Tourists might compare this technological metropolis' public transit to a rollercoaster in appearance for how high off the ground some tracks are. Those who feel unsafe on the trains are welcome to walk around Lossulli instead, but the train tracks and the enormous steel towers they're built around means that it's difficult to see large stretches of the sky from the ground. Residents of the city are accustomed to the perpetual rumble and click of trains progressing to their destination at all hours; it is said that in Lossulli, someone is always going somewhere, no matter the time of day.

Sub-boards: Lossulli Gym, A.U.T.O. Leveling Facility, A.U.T.O. Corporation Building

Bits and pieces of Ragnar Castle can be found all over the slope it was long ago constructed upon. Almost nothing in this old stone ruin is whole; everything is crumbling away, worn down by both time and destruction from vandals. Everything, that is, except for the doors that remain stubbornly shut and eerily intact, considering the decrepit nature of the rest of the castle. These doors are stone like the rest of the castle and seem to be placed without rhyme or reason; some are atop battered battlements, others are at the base of the hill, and others still are arranged in curious formations in broken walls deeper into the ruin. Carved into each and every door are the words, "Open for none save the one that saveth all." Regardless of the means employed to do so, no attempt at opening even a single one of these doors has ever been successful.

"Lethargic" is an apt descriptor for Cuadia Swamps during the day. Brown, dead-looking plants hang from leafless trees that are partly buried in murky water. The only way through the swamp is to maneuver around stumps, muddy shallows, and fallen logs, clinging to overhanging vines to avoid falling into the deeper waters. At night, however, the swamplands change into a florescent region unlike anything else in Lualdi. Blue and violet flowers blossom and bathe everything in a soft glow, the light reflected by the ethereal, white water. The flowers dislodge spores at the beginning and end of every night, the sight calling to mind tiny falling stars descending through the air and sinking into the water.

Tuttosol is circular in design, having been constructed long ago on a colossal, ancient sundial. The buildings of Tuttosol, which never exceed a few stories in height, are organized into districts by the sundial's section, and residents often use it as a way of giving directions, such as saying a building is at 6:30 or that they live a quarter-past the hour. Tiny canals feed the myriad of gardens throughout the city, and the sundial's numbers are filled with water and covered by flowers of a color specific to that particular number. As the day goes on, the shadow of the slanted spire at the center of the city falls upon different districts. Some superstitious citizens will refuse to work or go out while the shadow is over their business or home, claiming that it's bad luck.

Sub-boards: Tuttosol Gym, Vidacca Gardens, Nessudormi

An array of cascading falls tumble down small cliffs and form small basins filled with water. These tiny lakes are deeper than they might appear at first glance, but they have small islands dotted throughout the water. The gentleness of the falls, their roar more a low rumble, has led to a myriad of jungle plants to grow from the constant flow of water. Wherever the rocks aren't covered in moss and other vegetation, colorful graffiti can be seen through the thin mist. The graffiti mostly consists of personal tags and the occasional drawing, but elaborate conspiracy theories also make their way to the vandalized rocks of Fol Acqua Falls -- and the tendency for conspiracy-laden graffiti to vanish or be drawn over only spurs its return all the more rapidly.

In centuries past, the low, whirlpool-laden sea surrounding Boscuro's islands was land itself, and it shows in how, to this day, especially resilient jungle trees and ruins reach out of the churning water. On rare occasions that the tide recedes enough, these ruins are even explorable, though waterlogged -- thus their modern name of "Smerso," meaning "submerged". The inner parts of the stone ruins are deep and labyrinthine, smelling of sea water and rotting jungle wood. Despite researchers' best efforts, the inner parts of the Smerso Ruins have never been fully mapped out, and the unpredictability of the tides around Boscuro make it dangerous to explore the ruins too deeply or for too long. All it takes is a rush of water, and would-be explorers find themselves trapped in a rapidly-flooding ruin with no way out.

New Ragrussi is built around and upon Mt. Ragrussi, but not inside -- deep within the hollowed caverns of Mt. Ragrussi lay the ruins of Old Ragrussi, the former capital. Despite being a new city, New Ragrussi has only prospered since becoming the new capital of Selvaguen. No longer constrained by the mountain, New Ragrussi has expanded outwards, adding on more and more suburbs to account for its blossoming population. It has few tall buildings or signs of heavy industrialization to speak of, and visitors might compare it to a large town in appearance as opposed to a proper city. Because Old Ragrussi is overrun with criminals and wild Pokémon that have sought to move into the abandoned city, all the entrances into the mountain are walled off and heavily guarded to keep everything dangerous inside the mountain. Security is tight, and though it's possible to go in where the guard force is thinly spread, getting back out is much more difficult, especially without any way of proving no affiliation with the criminals in the mountain.

Sub-boards: New Ragrussi Gym, New Ragrussi Safari Zone, Terre Firme

Trapped inside Mt. Ragrussi, this once-grand city has fallen into disrepair and ruin from both natural disasters, Pokémon attacks, and the very inhabitants of Old Ragrussi themselves. Buildings have had broken doors and windows for years, a sign that someone long ago already came and looted the place in search of supplies. People stuck inside the city's confines -- either by choice or otherwise -- cope with dwindling, already-limited resources and more often than not turn against one another to secure the best shelter, food, and water that Old Ragrussi has available. To make matters worse, wild Pokémon roam anywhere human presence is too weak to force them out. Inhabitants of Old Ragrussi know better than to turn on the lights in this dark city -- broadcasting a location with working electricity to the desperate populace is the quickest way to bring down trouble.

High upon the peak of one of the mountains is a temple overgrown with moss, vines, and the dust of hundreds of years. Most of the temple has fallen away from rockslides and rainstorms, leaving only one enormous chamber filled with stone benches, a single worn statue of an equine-like creature that has a cross wheel around its middle, and beams of light that stream in through the crumbling ceiling. The Deilla Temple is connected to other nearby mountains by an enormous, rickety bridge that sways even in the slightest breeze. The spring next to the temple feeds the river from which the temple draws its name -- Deilla River, said to be the “life blood” of Lualdi from how it snakes through almost half the region. The spring seems to almost "sing" whenever wind blows through, a low ripple sound accompanied by the whistling of the wind moving through partially-hollowed out rocks surrounding the spring's perimeter. There’s an undeniable sense of calm here, a serenity that can only be found looking down and seeing the world from this altitude.

Nessundo City's name is thought to originate from the phrase "nessu nodo," literally meaning "no one owns this place" -- a land of freedom where anyone could pursue whatever future they sought so long as they lived. To this day, Nessundo City's buildings have a decidedly rugged look to them, and even the newly-built ones look like they were put together with limited supplies and means; some inhabitants will even take pride in the "built it myself" look of their homes, though certain districts of the city look less ramshackle than others. Nessundo City was originally several cities all built around and atop several adjacent mesas, but they are all now connected by large suspension bridges to the central Nessundo Bluff and are considered districts of one city. Despite this unity, there is still a rough segregation based on career type -- academics congregate on the Long West Bluff, Pokémon battle experts stick to the central Nessundo Bluff, factories and offices occupy the Jagged Point Bluff in the north, and so on. As a sign of unity and cooperation, each mesa has a central fountain with canals running throughout their section of the city. Eventually, the canals tumble over the cliff side in the form of a waterfall and unite in an enormous moat around Nessundo City's perimeter. Should a section of the city seek to secede from Nessundo City, they only need to cut off the water supply.

Sub-boards: Nessundo City Gym, Gaur Pokémon Tutelage, Gatto's Library, Lualdi News Network Broadcast Building

The proper name of the area is technically the Renazzi Riverbend, but the Renazzi River dried up long ago and revealed an unsettling, pale white rock formation lurking in the now-dusty depths of the dead river. The rocks in the basin resemble curved stalagmites, curling much like the ribcage of an enormous dead creature, and they frame where the river once ran. That fossils and other old remains of Pokémon can be found here only further fuels urban legends that there is something around Marowak's Bend that died long ago and comes alive on moonless nights only to die once again when the sun rises. By all accounts, it seems to be the easiest explanation for the unidentifiable footprints in the broken earth and why these rocks are never in the exact same place over long periods of time.

Shipwrecks both ancient and modern crowd the broken cliffs of Crucemar Rise. The narrow seaside cavern underneath the cross-shaped cliff formation looks just large enough to house a ship, yet it seems that all boats attempting to take shelter in Crucemar Rise eventually meet the same fate -- dashed upon the boulders only barely visible in the churning sea on the best of days. Pokémon can be found nesting in the wreckage, some far below the water's surface and others bobbing along in the water, and finding safe passage on the sea-slick rocks is a difficult prospect at best. Only the most dedicated of scavengers have ever been able to find a way into the skeletal remains of the boats and come back with something worthwhile.

Once a beacon of light visible all across the flatlands of Domorto, Trizzica D'Crocio's population has plummeted ever since Time's Scar opened up to the east. As the rip in time has grown, so have the vacancies in once-populous districts of the city. Some buildings have been evacuated so swiftly that they aren't even boarded up -- simply deserted, the former occupants long gone. At night, entire sections of the city are completely dark, and the only sound that can be heard from these abandoned districts are usually stray Pokémon or looters prowling around the grid-like streets in search of something left behind. Residents of Trizzica D'Crocio have noted that the city's meticulous organization may be damaging property owners' desire to stay -- it's all too easy to see how any section of the city that faces Time's Scar has been abandoned.

Sub-boards: Trizzica D'Crocio Gym, Chrono Break Breeders, Temporale Power Station

If Lualdi has become unstuck in time, then this section of Domorto has become undone by time. Time's Scar grows with each passing day, however slight, and its jagged, erratic growth has given it a scar-like shape -- it's as though someone took an enormous knife and haphazardly cut through the ground. The ecology of Time's Scar is varied and chaotic; prehistoric, enormous trees grow with icicles hanging from their branches. Steam-powered machines rust as if they've been there for years, and the shadows of medieval castles fall over fallen skyscrapers. What exactly is in Time's Scar fluctuates and changes, but what remains constant are the warning signs posted on the perimeter of the area dissuading visitors from investigating this volatile region.

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.

Newcomers to Spegna City tend to have trouble discerning modern from ancient buildings, as even the newest of buildings in the city are built to resemble a medieval town, albeit more multi-storied than true medieval buildings are. The cliff-top city overlooks the coast of Voluzione, and the difficulty of expanding outwards has instead resulted in the city constructing upwards. Cobblestone paths are built upon both roofs and stone pillars; lamps supply light to the lowest levels of the city, where very little sunlight can reach, and the perpetual shade makes the ground levels most bearable during hot summer days. Slopes, ladders, and stairs allow for navigation between the city's levels, and the city walls have entrances to all the different levels of the city, though some are residential-only and require showing identification to a guard to enter.

Sub-boards: Spegna City Gym, Valuchi Square, Era Rut Castle

North of Spegna City, the skeletal remains of drilling rigs lay in ruin among the torn-up desert earth. Once, the Spegna Oil Fields were a lucrative business, and there are even still some now-abandoned homes from workers who lived on-site decades ago. Oil spurts forth from cracks in the ground, coalescing in the burning desert sun and giving the fields their distinctively unpleasant smell. Where the desert slopes, oil flows in rivers and collects in pits, and the flash floods of the desert have their potential hazards magnified by the Spegna Oil Fields. In the rain, the oil can almost travel farther than it otherwise would, and consequently, traces of oil can be found even miles away from where it originated.

The Luzader Caverns stretch all throughout the undergrounds of Voluzione, and the easiest points of access were once mine shafts. Unstable, suspended elevators work enough to bring people in and out of the mines, but some of them no longer have fences or stop halfway and require some climbing the rest of the way. Pickaxes and surveying equipment litter the crystal-lined passages of the caverns, and the crystals give off enough light that many parts of the cave are navigable without flashlights. For the most part, the caverns are cooled by the lack of direct sunlight and the misty pools of water deeper in the vast subterranean network, but occasionally, puffs of hot air likened unto the breathing of an enormous creature rush through the passages. That these caves were once called "The Sighing Underground" does little to dispel rumors that something colossal and dangerous lives at the heart of Voluzione.

The fertile volcanic soil of Camani gives rise to the forest of rainbow-colored trees throughout Vuldan City. Both the leaves and the bark can be almost any color imaginable, and the trees' seeds travel far enough that there are few single-color patches of trees anywhere in the city. Though the trees don't grow higher than fifteen to twenty feet tall, if even that, they occupy virtually every spot in Vuldan City that a building hasn't overtaken. Saplings, when planted, will grow to their full height within a few years. There are no roads in the city, for the trees have the tendency to somehow deposit seeds in even the smallest of cracks in the pavement. In older districts of the city, futile attempts at pavement can be found broken by broad-trunked trees, their roots constricting around the fractured cements to find the soil underneath. Thankfully, there is little need for streetlamps or other forms of lighting throughout Vuldan City; the seed cones of the multicolored trees are florescent, and they light anything beneath or around them with the same colors as the tree that shed them. At night, the trees guide the way wherever residual lights from neon signs and buildings do not.

Sub-boards: Vuldan City Gym, Abigione Prison, Gladiatore Stadium

Volcanic activity hasn't been recorded in Mt. Enettivo or the surrounding area for the past nearly two centuries, yet all but the most skeptical of researchers have called its apparent "dead" status into question. The geology of Mt. Enettivo makes it difficult to thoroughly study and say conclusively whether or not it is even capable of erupting again, but the mountain and its surroundings look scorched from the last recorded eruption still -- everything is searingly white, like all color was burned off. Mt. Enettivo has few slopes or trails to speak of, and none of them go to the flat peak of the mountain. The jagged, column-like formations on the sides of the mountain resemble claw marks from a distance; it is by these columns that access to Mt. Enettivo is possible, for adept climbers can use these protrusions to access paths higher up on the mountain with the use of climbing equipment or leaps of faith. Warning signs are posted everywhere to not investigate Mt. Enettivo, though the leftover climbing equipment from previous forays up the mountain attests to how many have chosen to explore this odd volcano all the same.

As its name suggests, the Obsidian Coast is covered in lustrous black glass more than anything else. Though this area must have once been subjected to a great deal of volcanic activity in the past to have this much obsidian, whatever created the Obsidian Coast is long gone, possibly swallowed up by the ocean centuries ago. Light does not reflect off the obsidian easily, and at night, it is easy to look down and feel as though there is nothing on the ground at all. Moss zigzags in emerald green outcroppings across the coast, and the ocean is a deep, rich blue as it crashes on the beach. When the tide recedes, the stretch of obsidian can be seen to extend under the seawater as well, and there are pockets in the ground where there seem to be tunnels filled with water and swaying red kelp.

The Dreamfield lays in the northern reaches of Sistazzo, and it stands as a curiously vibrant patch of green among the colorless wasteland. Wildflowers dot the outskirts of it, growing more and more dense until they all but surround the weather-worn statue of a Dunsparce that marks where the Elite Four battles against challenging trainers. The statue's worn plaque is thought to be where the Dreamfield gets its name, for it reads, "To all the dreamers: May you someday reach the stars and transcend time not in greatness, but in happiness."

Throughout Sistazzo, the land is crisscrossed with trenches that range from four to ten feet in depth. Broken, dusty Poké Balls and rusted firearms indicate these trenches were used recently, but there are no records of any sorts of battles to ever take place in Sistazzo, let alone ones from the past several decades. Bones of humans and Pokémon alike can be found, bleached white from untold years in an unrelenting sun. Those who tarry here often hear screams of pain, gunfire, and the clamor of ruthless Pokémon battles, yet the source of these sounds has never been found.

The Nellombra Crater lies at the heart of Sistazzo, and like blood vessels, broken roads and shattered sidewalks extend out from the crater. Abandoned mailboxes, toppled lampposts, and even ruined telephone poles frame the roads that lead to nowhere. It would almost look like a city lost to time if there were any buildings or even any evidence thereof. Yet that is the mystery of the Nellombra Crater -- why, if there was never a city, there are still distinctly man-made roads that loop and meander about as if constructed around something no longer there.