In regions scattered across Observable Existence, tears began to manifest with increasing frequency.
Not tears of sorrow but literal ruptures in the fabric of reality itself. Cracks spreading through the fundamental structures that separated domains which should never touch.
The Veil was breaking down with systematic inevitability!
A veil that had separated The Lands of The Living from The Lands of The Dead since time immemorial. A barrier that kept death from freely walking among life and prevented the living from casually traversing into death's domain.
That ancient separation was failing.
In the Wandering Territories, in a region of multicolored chaotic seas where fold remnants drifted like ash from dying stars, something unprecedented emerged.
