Far away from the lands of the Herla lies a blackened patch of land. Almost no grass covers the ground here and instead, a thick layer of dust and grit carpets the place. Strickened shelters rise from the ground on either sides of the bare space and all of them seem haunted and blackened. It was long ago that the creat orange light turned against its human masters and consumed their dwellings in its wrath, destroying everything. Most Lera avoid this place but some have been known to take shelter here in desperate times of need
