Those who wished to lay low live at the bottom of Rise, composed of the Ruins, the remains of the theme park, and the trailer park. Considered a no man’s land, not even a monster’s appearance would draw out the authorities. The inhabitants must fend for themselves, barring the unlikely arrival of an officer defying orders to patrol this high-risk area. The concentration of magic is heavy enough to be felt, imbuing the swamp-like fog of Rise with a kaleidoscope of beautiful aether-induced colors. Even the land and wild-life cannot escape its touch, warped into an eerie, otherworldly mockery of itself.