Fog and the heaviness of heat and death surrounds you with turmoil. A land that resembles a place straight out of your nightmares meets your gaze. The scent of potential prey had lured one here, or perhaps it was even something else. Trees with barely, if none, vegetation and a dead field with grass and stocks of corn that was once used as a form of food source for scientists lay dead and turned in different positions. Rukoren’s plentiful array of trees compares not to this place where everything, and everyone, is out in the open. Though it appears sunny, even with the few bits of clouds or any weather in general, darkness looms over the horizon of this hellish place. Sounds of birds and other various wildlife can make for something far more chilling and uneasy, who knows if awards await you for your venture into this land.