The Shattered World is inexorably tied to the Cycle and its Lah, and the land where this connection is the strongest of all is Sadryn. One of the four remaining masses yet unclaimed by the Warp, this continent was once home to the birthplace of all Demi-Lahs. It was a hub were all the various species gathered to witness beings ascend to divinity. But as the War of Change decimated the mortal population, the desparate remenants birthed one final Demi-Lah who reshaped the entire territory of Sadryn into a heap of viscera.
The lands of this continent are a spitting image of Mislav, with his veins spreading slowly from his body. They dig through the grounds, like roots of a growing tree, extending across Sadryn from his seat to the very World’s Edge pillars that protect it from the Warp. The dirt is in most places replaced by a meaty mass with bones protruding violently from below. A disgusting membrane connects pieces that are breaking off the mainland, revealing the hungering abyss of the Warp below. The veins leak blood into rivers and lake, turning the waters into a vile coctail of crimson. But this process of an empyrean takeover is still ongoing, it has not yet claimed the enitrety of the continent as patches of regular ground yet remain. In these parts of Sadryn those who refuse the path of Mislav reside, hiding among what flora still grows there.

On the edge of Sadryn lies its crowning jewel, the largest city that the Shattered World had known even before the War of Change. Dela-lah, meaning the birthplace of gods in the ancient language of the Nastals, is a hive of culture which housed members of every specie and a representative of every nation even beyond what is known today. It harbors remenants of civilizations long lost to the Warp’s corruption, faint as they are. This city is built overlooking the youngest Wonder of Genesis, brought over from Gnasha by Bashas, one of the three deans of the university cities who gave the seed to Sadryn himself as both a gift and safety measure. The titanic tree is now protected by a shining golden barrier, maintained by Bashas himself who fled there after the desolation of his homeland. Mislav’s very veins cannot penetrate it no matter how much they try, desparately keeping the Demi-Lah of blood from merging with a shard of Genesis itself.