RonelleThe sky is on fire. The Veil burns with eerie incandescence, and from behind the ethereal embers, the stars watch with a malignant permanence. With nothing to separate Aestara from the roiling void, it seeps into the land and spreads its stain, corrupting and spoiling whatever it touches. Since the war in the south, when the Scorching began, there have been sightings of strange creatures in the ancient and twisted forest of Gwithilyn and word of