The Whispering Bluffs occupy a liminal space between crumbling mountain ranges and a grey, churning sea. Here, the foothills of a forgotten kingdom descend in jagged terraces toward damp marshlands. Fog perpetually blankets the landscape, illuminated by strange patches of bioluminescent moss that cling to stunted trees. It is a vertical world of high cliffs and hidden caves, where scavengers pick through the skeletal remains of a civilization lost to the rising tides and relentless wind.