From the barren reaches where the SL outpost fell, the tale now weaves into the wild, rune-bound depths of the Wastes. XathaX, a skald of sound, bears the saga onward, their craft born from the old whispers of SS San Francisco’s ruin.

In this time of bleakness, the air hums with strange tones, each a thread in the frayed web of a broken world. XathaX, among shattered relics of forgotten craft, calls forth tracks steeped in the old magic of sound. Every beat is a rune etched in the wind, telling of lost folk and the stubborn life that clings on.

The music walks the edge between chaos and calm, its notes thrumming with the deep pulse of the void. The path winds through tones of hardship and hope, each harsh chord a mark of this world’s tale, past and yet to come.

Here, the grim waste is not just a foe but a guide, teaching the hard truth of clashing fates. XathaX’s songs are both a chant to endure and a keen for what’s gone. In the heart of this cursed land, their sounds are spells of staying alive, drawing on the raw force of a world teetering yet ever shifting.

This tale from the Wastes is no mere song but a journey through the unseen worlds of sound. Each note is a step toward knowing the strength that holds fast against the unknown.