It had been 200 years since the Prodigy's battle with the Puppetmaster, but the nation of Prodigia was still worse off for wear.
Mutant wizards and monsters roamed the wastes, there were civilizations, but generally no law and order, and the Academy's ruins were sitting in a pool of green ooze.
The place was a shell of its former self. And yet, it seemed to rebuild.
Technology had advanced enough to where people had defenses, they could purify water and soil, and even made vehicles to replace carriages.
But at the end of the day, Prodigia was just a wasteland.