The Highland Necropolis

Iksanun surveyed his new surroundings. The Highland Necropolis. Hrnph! Still as bleak as ever. Once the capital of the Eastern Continent, the city of Highland Central was a place of splendor. Its markets bustled with the haggling of merchant and customer. At night, it was a sea of lights in the darkness. But now, the old metropolis was little more than a city of the dead, all but deserted by the living. The only ones who dared take up residence in a land of bloodthirsty undead, Fiends, occult abominations, and those corrupted by Dark Chi were the unflinching Snapjaw.

It was a mere 30 years ago that the Highland fell to disaster. It was then and there that the Realmwalker learned how much destruction the greed of one man could wreak. Prince Sogun's thirst for power had destroyed a single city. But Iksanun knew that Jinsoyun's ambition could destroy the world. Iksanun had been there on that accursed day, as had the other Guardians.

"Dammit, Jiwan," lksanun muttered. "Not a day goes by where I don‘t wish I‘d stopped you." He shook his head. "Stupid, naive woman... Your faith and kindness may have killed us all." lksanun collected himself. He still had something to do here. The Snapjaw Sages awaited.