Nomad. Explorer. Too curious. Tenaro walks a world that wants to kill him. Nomad by habit and survivor by necessity, he moves through storm-strangled jungles and dead cities swallowed by vines. Ancient ruins stir, and forgotten names resurface. The deeper he ventures through ruins that feel alive and relic-filled chambers, the more it becomes clear: The world is not empty. It is watching. And it remembers.