The Fertile Crescent, the Cradle of Civilisation.
No matter what you call it, the name isn’t enough. I can feel the power here. This place hums with history, old stories soaked into old stones. Not even the modern city of Cairo can drown it out. You can feel the power seeping up through the asphault, the magics of an ancient empire buried for millenia.
It’s no wonder they keep such close tabs on the Awakened here, so much to see, to feel, to learn. Maybe someday I’ll have time to unravel the secrets of the Pharohs, but for now, I’ll osmose what I can of this place before we’re dropped smack dab in the middle of the jungle.