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.
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.
