Yeah, it's a tad cryptic. According to the "
map", there are 3 main countries: Omanga, Gafia, and Agurts. There's also the desert where you'll find the Soil Ghosts.
Omanga - After WWII, Omanga has developed nuclear technology and started to use nuclear plants to generate power. With the experience that nuclear power is far more efficient than fossil energy, Omanga has expanded the use to an unprecedented level. Finally its first generation nuclear plant at the north exploded in an accident and released large quantities of radioactive particles into the atmosphere. This catastrophic disaster has resulted half of the territory of Omanga and some of the neighbouring states were contaminated. Most of the populations at the north moved to the south. With resources pressure, Omanga has become more aggressive and started its invasion to the border of Gafia.
Gafia - Gafia is an inland state between Omanga and the land of soil ghosts. Facing the invasion from Omanga towards its border, Gafia’s central government adopts an appeasement policy. In contrast, people living in the border are fighting rigorously against Omanga’s invasion. This contrast has torn the state apart and regional conflicts always happen.
Agurts - Zamaii is the only Agurts town so far to be hit by acid rain. Agurts, the notoriously backward country somehow did not manage to exploit its fossil fuel sources. Only two portals connect it to the rest world: its southern coast along the Mediterranean Sea and Zamaii in the north. The mountains have served as a natural shield against pollution and contaminants from the outside word. The country has relied on natural sources of energy. As a result, over the past three decades, Agurts has become an oasis in a world, slowly being destroyed by pollution. Small excerpt about the township in Agurts called Zamaii. The heavy rainfall has continued for over a month. The sky looks the same at all hours. It’s impossible to tell day from night. The acid rain on the ground slowly gives rise to a layer of fumes. The corrosive stench seeps its way through the gas mask’s filter. It feels like hell… It is hell. This is Zamaii, a township situated at the border of agricultural Agurts. Nearly 500 years old, Zamaii was once renowned for its metal, chemical, timber, and textiles industries. Now it’s a ghost town. Derelict buildings and rubble are all that remains, interrupted by the occasional ornate rooftop statue, eroding under the acid rain. For the troops stationed here, these last remnants of the township’s former glory merely provide cover. Two soldiers have taken position behind one of these monuments.