Abyssal energy.
The very foundation of their world.
It was the source of Sigils, the force that allowed Hunters to transcend the limits of humanity. With it, they could flatten mountains, tear through dimensions, and stand at the threshold of godhood.
But its influence did not end there.
Abyssal energy, and by extension Abyssal blood, could be refined into blood vials. Elixirs capable of preserving life… or extinguishing it just as easily, depending on the will of the one who wielded them.
It fueled their evolution.
Abyssal engineering had pushed technology beyond what should have been possible, fusing the eldritch with the mechanical in ways that reshaped entire civilizations.
Weapons that defied physics.
Cities that sustained themselves.
Networks that connected distant regions.
All of it traced back to the Abyss.
Everything they had built…
Everything they relied on…
Every system that governed their strength and survival…
