An Abyssal is a grudge.
A grudge, given will and form. They are ships, wronged by humanity, raised by the Abyss and given the tools to enact their revenge.
This particular Abyssal was a special case. When her ship-hull sunk, she didn't fall into oblivion. She remained awake, seething. At the betrayal.
That was her original grudge. Betrayal. Scuttling. But she was awake down there, and that allowed her grudge to fester, for hatred to grow. To encompass all those who had built her, to the nation that called her its pride. And the Abyss gave her tools to strike back.
To strike back at the original nation that did actually build her.
Nazi Germany.
A grudge, given will and form. They are ships, wronged by humanity, raised by the Abyss and given the tools to enact their revenge.
This particular Abyssal was a special case. When her ship-hull sunk, she didn't fall into oblivion. She remained awake, seething. At the betrayal.
That was her original grudge. Betrayal. Scuttling. But she was awake down there, and that allowed her grudge to fester, for hatred to grow. To encompass all those who had built her, to the nation that called her its pride. And the Abyss gave her tools to strike back.
To strike back at the original nation that did actually build her.
Nazi Germany.