Far from the Purple Stone Tribe, beyond forests and rivers and territories where Dross scraped survival from unforgiving soil, the Lands of Stone took on a different character entirely.
Here stood the Covenant of the First Stone.
A pristine white outer wall rose toward the heavens, its surface gleaming with purity that seemed almost impossible in a world so often painted in blood and dirt. The wall stretched upward for a mile, a barrier so massive that it made the defensive structures of ordinary tribes seem like children's playthings. Its construction defied simple explanation, blocks of white stone fitted together without visible mortar, each one carved with sacred inscriptions honoring Ancestors who had blessed this place since before memory began.
