Drought

This world has been cursed, monsters crawl in the night and in the forests, villages made up of wood and stone are destroyed at night, monsters that have long twisted jaws and limbs rip apart humans to feed, the more they feed on humans the more strength they gain. The name of this world is Growurd. Trees arch upwards towards the sky at incredible heights, at day it is beautiful if it wasnt for what the caves and tall thick branches and leaves hide. It is said that a titan at the bottom of the sea died, its body rose to the top of the oceans due to the gas the organs contained, the sea was rampant when it rose causing its body to drift into a beach, which shadowed a village, a child was the first person who saw the beast, the child brought his family to see it, then the village, by the time the titans stomach was bloated so much that it shadowed the evening sun, when the village was near it for the first time, the gas insude its stomach caused ut to explode sending thick flesh flying towards the beach, the downpouring crescendo of blood struck the village causing many to die, some to mutate creating monsters. Two centuries later the only remaining parts of human civilization remain in open fields, some in villages hoping to survive the night, and many in wide spread kingdoms, simple magic flowing through the walls that surround them, this marks the first emergence of magic within humans. The rain is constant in this continent. Some humans capture monsters to experiment with the elements, some monsters being stronger and uncontrollable, some having long copper pipes sticking through their spines making their roars endlessly loud and horrifying.