Wheel of Ruin: The Decaying Layer

Wheel of Ruin is grimdark. The Wheel's cracked face turns here, and because of it, entropy is winning.

Gods still exist but they are tired, cruel, or absent. Prophecies here are threats, not promises. Magic costs more than it gives. Kingdoms are less common than warbands; warbands are less common than the corpses of warbands. The Celestials, once a dominant pantheon, are now leaving. By the end of the season, they will be gone.

The tone is ash. Every victory is temporary. Every hope is haunted. Survival is the story; anything more is luxury or delusion.

Its monuments are The Obsidian Spire, The Worldwound, and The Primordial Cage, the first a scrying-gate, the second an open wound in reality, the third the prison of something even the dying gods fear.