The abyss
Based on this lore, worlds outside Teyvat must deal with some extreme eldritch horrors:
an Abyssal creature that creeps through rifts in the hidden depths, quietly watching this world. \*\*Its eerie, faceless form is said to be nothing more than a projection, for its true body exists only as a formless mass of pure Abyssal energy.\*\*
Even invaders who seek to claim this world must obey its rules to some extent. Unless the heavens split open and the earth’s defenses collapse, these star-born outsiders can do little more than linger at the world’s fringes, whispering their madness into this realm, their attempts to seep inside amounting to nothing… But how long can this stability and order truly last?
\*\*The formless beast that soared through the starless void should never have required organs this world calls “wings.” Those grotesque, profane appendages may have arisen to adapt to the laws beneath the moon, or perhaps they are merely distorted fragments of its true form that mortal eyes are able to witness.\*\*
Long ago, an ancient philosopher described humans as “featherless bipeds,” using that simple phrase to distinguish mankind from animals and assert human superiority. In some sense, these deathless wanderers of the silent cosmic void—scaled instead of feathered, and using their hooked beaks to draw in biomass from world to world—might also match that same simplistic definition of “human.”
an Abyssal creature that creeps through rifts in the hidden depths, quietly watching this world. \*\*Its eerie, faceless form is said to be nothing more than a projection, for its true body exists only as a formless mass of pure Abyssal energy.\*\*
Even invaders who seek to claim this world must obey its rules to some extent. Unless the heavens split open and the earth’s defenses collapse, these star-born outsiders can do little more than linger at the world’s fringes, whispering their madness into this realm, their attempts to seep inside amounting to nothing… But how long can this stability and order truly last?
\*\*The formless beast that soared through the starless void should never have required organs this world calls “wings.” Those grotesque, profane appendages may have arisen to adapt to the laws beneath the moon, or perhaps they are merely distorted fragments of its true form that mortal eyes are able to witness.\*\*
Long ago, an ancient philosopher described humans as “featherless bipeds,” using that simple phrase to distinguish mankind from animals and assert human superiority. In some sense, these deathless wanderers of the silent cosmic void—scaled instead of feathered, and using their hooked beaks to draw in biomass from world to world—might also match that same simplistic definition of “human.”
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