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The Abyssalwings have risen from the crushing blackness of the ocean trenches, bringing with them a biology shaped by the abyss itself. Born blind, they navigate the world through powerful echolocation that reveals every detail - the smallest scratch on a dragon's scales, the tremor of a heartbeat, the shape of a lie. Their bodies carry deep‑sea mutations: anglerfish lures that glow like ghost‑lights, bioluminescent markings that pulse with emotion, and pressure‑hardened armor built for silent hunting in the dark.
To the surface tribes of Pyrrhia, they are fascinating... and terrifying.
As the Abyssalwing prince begins studying at Jade Mountain Academy, hopes for peace flicker across the continents. Some dragons dare to believe the tribe from the deep can coexist with those of the land and sky. But others whisper that creatures shaped by the abyss should never walk among them. Even within the Abyssalwings, old voices insist that mingling with surface tribes will weaken their traditions and expose their vulnerabilities.
One of those voices belongs to a powerful Abyssalwing general - and he intends to make sure peace never takes root.
Fueled by resentment and convinced the surface tribes stole territory that rightfully belongs to the Abyssalwings, the general secretly allies with a disillusioned Hivewing commander. Together, they plot to sabotage every attempt at diplomacy between the Abyssalwings and the surface tribes. No alliances. No trade. No trust. Only conflict.
To the general, the abyss forged his tribe into predators, not diplomats. And he is willing to unleash the full, eerie might of the deep - its mutations, its hunters, its secrets - to drag his tribe back into an age of conquest.
As tensions rise and shadows coil through the currents, dragons across Pyrrhia must confront a chilling truth: the greatest threat is not the monsters the Abyssalwings resemble... but the monsters they may become.