There is a river that cuts across the Lands of Stone like a wound that will not heal.
The ancients called it the River of The World, for they believed that beyond its waters lay not merely another territory but another existence entirely. Its currents run deep and treacherous, filled with creatures that answer to no Beast Lord and hunger in ways that defy natural law. Those who attempt to cross rarely return, and those who do return rarely speak of what they witnessed on the distant shore.
The Three Pillars know of this river. The Noble Beasts know of this river. Every Shaman who has studied the old texts knows that the Lands of Stone end where those dark waters begin.
And on the other side dwell the Demons.
They are not Primal Beasts, for Primal Beasts draw power from the Sacred Mountains and exist within the natural order. They are not humans, for humans possess souls that hunger for meaning and connection.
