Xeraphas

A desolate planet with an unforgiving environment, Xeraphas bears the scars of a violent past. Its barren surface stretches under a pale, unforgiving sky, where thin atmospheric layers scatter light into brittle rays that do little to warm the frozen ground. The planet’s harsh climate manifests in unpredictable electromagnetic storms and geomagnetic surges that ripple across jagged rocky formations, their surfaces etched with the faded scars of ancient temporal experiments. The air carries a stale, electric tang from residual psychotronic decay, and the few remaining pockets of vegetation are stunted, brittle things clinging to cracks in the iron-rich soil. Time itself seems erratic here—moments stretch and compress unnaturally, leaving the environment saturated with the legacy of temporal stresses. Few living things survive its inhospitable embrace, making it an ideal if cruel prison for those whose schemes have finally outpaced their luck.