Known to be inventive over the other kingdoms, despite their bloody past, this kingdom stretches from the east side of The Rift to the dunes surrounding Eldtril Retreat, and from the shores of the summer sea all the way up to the Altar of the Phoenix in the north. Golden red sands stretch as far as the eye can see to the east, and the Pharaoh of the Endless Horizon has ostensibly claimed it all for their own kingdom, earning their name--the Endless Horizon. Realistically speaking, if one goes far enough out into the desert, it becomes lawless, far from even Yggdrasil's reach, but none who rule from their seat of Teggedell will accept such logic; the desert is theirs. The sun is harsh, but the wind is moreso, flinging sand hard enough to strip bone during the worst of storms and otherwise providing little shelter or relief from the heat. At night, temperatures plummet into near-freezing, and by morning the sand is cold as ice and just as hard-packed. When storms come, it is in the night, freezing rains and howling winds driving citizens into their shelters. It is in this environment that the people of the Endless Horizon have thrived, and it shows in the harsh nature of their interactions and the bloody history stretching behind them. It also shows in their innovation and drive, their passion for invention and the industrious nature of their culture. When survival is not guaranteed for even the fittest, someone must even the odds--and that someone has always been among the people of the Endless Horizon.