A world is waiting.
0.75 gravity. 1.8× atmosphere. A world built for life to grow vast and strange.
Open ground. The danger comes from above.
Ancient. Alive. Watching.
Where the Flow runs thickest.
Everything here has learned to survive.
Where light grows from the ground.
Each shaped by the land they call home.
Warriors of the impact crater. Stone-hard. Unmovable.
Tacticians of Valdmoor. Patient. Precise.
The deep jungle's diagnosticians. They feel what the forest feels.
Expansionist. Calculating. Something was left behind.
Every corner of Saros holds something worth seeing.