Khadruun Drift Skyrealm

It drifts above the world, a reminder of a wound that refuses to close. Bare earth, scoured to a cracked and colourless crust, form the crown of the skyrealm. Only bits of grass and moss survive in the wind-carved grooves. Beneath the quiet desolation hangs 90 feet of rootless stone, the underside pitted and hollowed…