Wilderness Anew

Although many considered the Null Crisis to be a time of death, others more naturally inclined regarded it ultimately as an opportunity for nature to reassert itself.

As solemnity defined the delicate traipse of curious adventurers and hopefuls for the demise of the Argent, less sapient life had no regard for the death that had occurred around them. While survivors traded trembling stories of the horrors they'd faced as the silver-scored dawn crested over the galaxy, there was no similar hesitation for anything else.

As the years passed since the Null event, those who miraculously survived saw something both beautiful and terrifying: life without the order—and often brutality—imposed upon it by sapient life was so unyielding, so vital. Where just years ago there were smog-choked wastes, there are now swelling forests and windswept plains. Without the aid of psionics, perhaps it may have been much more difficult for life to recover in these places, but the optimistic vision the Sleeping Heart once held came to be realized in the verdancy that has begun to claw its way from beneath the ashes of civilizations.

Not all of it is so encouraging, however.

Left to its own devices, some life has a more sinister bent. The Somnolent of Kasunn, now called the Dawn Sepulcher, became the primary force on the planet. It was once that they were only seen to stalk the lands every few years, their presence so toxic and invulnerable that entire forests fell into tense silence around them; now, they preside over it all, consuming recklessly and threatening the delicate ecosystem. . . not to mention their newfound intelligence at the grace of a determined and mad individual.

Indeed, almost all of Ingenseria has something brutal and terrible to offer. The gnashing teeth and strangling vines of nature had long been beaten back with advanced technology, technology now inaccessible to most. Where one may stand on a hill and find inspiration and fascination in the nascent ecosystems of once-damaged planets, others huddle under rain-battered brush to escape the gaze of powerful creatures with grudges notched into their genome.

The wilderness and its once-handlers are now on a level playing field. It will not again submit to the indiscriminate and power-hungry, it will not again be buried in smoke and burned away where it is inconvenient.

Life adapts. It has adapted to you.