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.
Rolls of thunder echo across the cracked and sundered lands that make up most of Domorto. The flat landscape means that it's fully possible to see an approaching storm off in the distance, dark clouds hanging over ground that won't hold the water no matter how much it rains. Despite how often it rains in the wasteland, the parched earth returns to being completely dry once the storm has passed. Not a single shrub grows in the dusty wastes; everything is grey and drab, as though the storms have washed away all color in the constant rainfall.
