The Atlus Plateau… the dream come true of autumn and gold. Here we find architectural megalomania paired with suburban idyll. On one side the wealth and imposance of the capital Lyndell, on the other side the scattered village-like enclaves that have their own laws and rules.
The more I see of the Lands Between, the more I understand Marika, why she asks the the tarnished to purify. The nobility is only concerned with itself and wants to protect and increase its concentrations of power, while the chiefs each have other reasons why he or she should become the new Eldenlord.
When I absorb all these impressions, I just want to burn everything. A great cleansing of the land and a new beginning. Or everything will be destroyed and there will be no more Lands Between. The world is sick and I don’t know if it can recover.
