The camera drifts slowly through the ash-choked basin of Etredal. Jagged, brutalist alloy structures loom against a deep crimson sky, their edges catching faint flashes of neon-blue and violet from glowing conduit lines. Dust motes and embers twist in the air, carried by a slow, unending wind. In the distance, the faint pulse of harmonic energy bends the light, warping the horizon in subtle waves. The movement is unhurried, immersive — a world frozen on the brink of judgment.