Abbysoul

Few truly know its origins and what it truly is. It is said to embody the element of water, with which it is inseparably bound, and through which it can influence the world around it over vast distances.

**First mentions**

In elven legends, Abbysoul is said to have waged a devastating war against the destructive Infertin, the element of fire and heat. According to these tales, this took place at the dawn of time, when things were very different and the world was wild and untamed. According to the legends, the war was finally won when he created an indestructible shell of his cooled magma in which he enclosed the element of fire. However, he paid an almost supreme price for this victory, sinking barely alive into the abysses of the deep...

**Awakening**

It is impossible to say whether he was spontaneously reborn over the centuries or whether he was influenced by some unknown force. What is important is that Abbysoul woke up extremely weakened, but also extremely hungry. It was not hunger as we know it, however, for the Abbysoul was not a mortal being, as his soul could embody even a single drop of a water. Its hunger was for domination and might, not in the strict sense of the word, such as that manifested by human or elven rulers or even dragons, but empty and predatory. Upon awakening, the monster stretched out its tentacles to see if the world stood before it after defeating its nemesis. To his surprise, the world was much different from the one he had last seen it in. All around him were a multitude of free creatures, more or less intelligent in various forms. He began to influence them, with the help of the water they consumed, he gradually influenced and shaped their thoughts, after all, when he was not yet at full strength, he needed their protection, as well as their help in what was to come. He influenced some more, others less, but his attention was drawn to a certain type of creature, sometimes moving on wooden ships, which seemed almost immune to him. This made him very angry, after all,

*If these creatures walking on two legs and no bigger than the tip of his mask are able to resist him, what about his real enemies*?

With the help of the tides, waves and increasingly docile creatures such as harpies, jellyfish and drowning creatures, he set about destroying their ridiculous wooden vehicles with which they traversed the expanse of HIS seas. He hoped to provoke them into a fight, on his terms, and the sooner the better *(after all, if something isn't useful, why should it exist?*). They were rather tardy, however, but the astonishing intensification of tectonic plate movement gave him an incredible opportunity. As he read from the thoughts of his subordinates, these animals, which they call elves, have their greatest concentration near the mouth of the river. So he gathered his forces and sent the most powerful wave he could in that direction. He overestimated a little, the movements of the plates were strangely unstable, as if caused by internal explosions, and he still lacked his former strength, but the wave was quite satisfying. So he returned to his watery lair to rest with the happy hope that the ferns had been swept away and he could go fight his real enemies. That's when he got a taste of blood, spilled by a jellyfish stationed at his headquarters.

**Battle in the deep**

Not only were the elves not wiped out in their entirety, but they appeared in surprisingly large numbers. He could no longer sense that a large proportion of the creatures were subservient to him, which angered him; now he would not use them or feed their energy. On his way out, however, he did not expect that his opponents wielded not only limb power, which would be of little use to them, but also something like magic. In anger, he left too hastily, failing to collect himself properly, and with a shockwave the elves pushed him back into something like the crypt he had created by falling into the depths after the fight with Infertin, and which had now shrunk even further by the movement of the rocks.

*Fools, they don't seem to know that they won't be able to keep me here, after all, only the gates of the top seal would be capable of that, but they won't be able to close it, keeping him here*.

Slowly, without hurrying too much, he began to leave, gradually breaking through the resistance of the elves holding him, at which point the gate closed..

*It was impossible... they had an ally I don't know about, or they found a way to close it from the inside...*

he did not know. He knew, however, that killing them would get him nothing now; all he could do now was gather his strength, learning how to break such creatures until he was finally able to leave this place.. again, and then no one and nothing would stand in his way.