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.
Named for the constant rainfall and subsequent floods, the Drowning Valleys make up the majority of Mediterra. The land curves and slopes with rivers that more than double in size whenever there's enough rain, and everything is covered in green, whether from valley forests or moss and vines encasing anything they can find purchase on. A perpetual cloud of mist clings to the trees and canyon walls, and the low din of waterfalls punctuates the sound of rain hitting the foliage and creating new brooks in the waterlogged earth down below. Visibility is poor in the Drowning Valleys, especially on days when the rainfall is particularly intense, and travelers to the region are advised to never, under any circumstances, follow shadows they see breaking through the mist.
