In the scorched wastelands where the sun burns the sand to glass, the earth itself trembles beneath the slithering shadow of Cindermaw, the colossal fire worm worshiped by savage tribes and feared by all who travel the desert. The Hunting Grounds are a labyrinth of dunes, ash, and buried bones — the remnants of those who strayed too close to the creature’s domain.

The shifting sands conceal sinkholes and jagged rock outcroppings, while the charred remains of ancient ruins peek through the dust, suggesting that something older and more terrible once dwelled here. A single stone well, half-buried and filled with foul water, offers no safety — only false hope. The wind howls across the dunes, carrying the faint smell of sulfur and the promise of death.

In Curse of the Crimson Throne, these grounds serve as a deadly trial — where heroes prove their worth or perish in the flames of a god-beast’s hunger.