The farthest reaching world in the universe shattered by its creator's death. Was also sucked into a pocket dimension from the explosion. Exists in a more modern sense, technology and magic thriving together. Though magic is prevalent, beasts are tolerated with thinly-veiled exclusion and caution. Underground societies run rampant. Humans claim to live alongside their magical counterparts, and in many places this is true, but there will always be a sense of envy, distrust, and deep rooted unease. Years of persecution and turmoil for both kinds has wrought a sour parley.
Beneath it all lies the Underworld that flares and reaches to any world that is open to it. A multiverse Hell-scape that once only encapsulated Her universe but now grows roots wherever it can. And the living world atop it is a blind host.
The magic here is in every one, everything, but subdued, strangled by the world beneath it and the Mother's presence keeping everything in control. Somewhat futuristic, implants, cybernetics, semi-sentient robots have also mingled into the supernatural society.
Largely forest land and swamp, but has large, modern cities, little hovel villages and moderate towns. In some places there is a clear distinction between those with magics and those without, and likewise in many places both mingle with a 'if you don't look at me, I won't look at you' mentality. Do not wander into the wilds if you are not well equipped. The lurking place of old beasts and the fallen stars warped beyond recognition. Sanctuary to the Mother and her born-children.