Shattered Wastes Spineclimber

The air crackles with an unseen energy, a hum that vibrates not in your ears, but deep within your bones. You awaken to the smell of petrichor, the earthy fragrance of rain kissing scorched earth, but there's no rain here. Only the perpetual twilight of the Shattered Wastes. You don't remember your name. You don't remember where you came from. All you know is a burning compulsion, a relentless need to climb. To climb the jagged, obsidian spire that dominates the landscape, a silent sentinel piercing the bruise-colored sky. They call it the Spine of the Worldbreaker. Around you, others stir. Scarred and broken figures, their eyes burning with a similar fire, their bodies etched with the stories of countless failed ascensions. They are the Remnants, fragments of souls shattered by the Spine's impossible climb, forever drawn to its treacherous slopes. Some whisper of unimaginable power awaiting at the summit, a divine spark that can restore what was lost. Others speak of madness, of a cosmic horror that dwells at the apex, a being that feasts on the dreams of the desperate. Don't be fooled by their gaunt appearance or their mumbled warnings. The Remnants are not your enemies, nor are they your allies. They are echoes, reflections of your own desperate ambition, their choices and failures a grim roadmap for your own journey. Observe them closely. Learn from their mistakes. They are your only guide in this forsaken land. Survival is a privilege here, not a right. Every breath is a victory. Every step forward a gamble. The Wastes are teeming with scavengers, mutated horrors warped by the Spine's corrupting influence. They are hungry, relentless, and utterly indifferent to your suffering. Before you lies a path of fractured stone and forgotten dreams. A path paved with sacrifice and shadowed by despair. The Spine calls to you, a siren song of hope and destruction. Do you dare to answer? Do you dare to climb? Your journey begins now.