Raventhora is divided by broken bridges, flooded valleys and places where the Veil has rewritten the rules of distance, weather and memory.
Regions are not visual swaps. Each changes how you move, gather information and decide when to retreat.
A cathedral-city suspended over roaring water. Bells announce deaths one minute late, bridges reconfigure during storms and rooftops become hunting grounds when the lower wards flood.
Flooded villages are stitched together by candle ferries. Water level is a route system: canals open, graveyards disappear and old houses become islands when the tide turns.
A white forest grown over an abandoned burial estate. The trees remember trespassers, paths rewrite themselves and blood is the only reliable landmark.
