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"These lowlands were formed thousands of years ago by the behemoth Indath—its final footsteps before vanishing into the sea."
—Tales of the Ozolith

The parklike Cabaretti grounds offer rest, food, and the perfect place to shake off a tail.

Nowhere on Ikoria are monsters more integral to the landscape than Ketria, where the river itself will stand up and roar.

The Obscura's Cloud Spire dominates the skyline, its eye a beacon of progress that sees all.

Raugrin meets the sea with jaws wide, its coast spiked with teeth of crystal and granite.

Broad prairies feed the human sanctuary of Drannith and conceal a network of caverns where giant cats make their dens.

To most, the Nido Sanctuary is an office complex. To the Brokers, it's a vault of secrets.

Maestros agents can lie low in high style at the opulent Shadow Hostel.

Hunters in the primeval wetlands become fluent in reading the ripples to tell when to pursue and when to flee.

Restless Riveteers can always find a sparring partner in the sprawling Treza warehouse.