In only a span of a year, the Abyssals were reduced to mere shells of their former glory.
Paradise had seen it's gravest state ever since they decided to conquer Humanity. Before, its streets are filled with glory, pride and wealth. The atmosphere was grim yet majestic at the same. There's a subtle sharpness behind the realm's beauty stemming from the sheer might the Abyssal Race held.
Now though...
There's nothing but sickness and lament around. The Crimson Affliction dealt a devastating blow to their general populace, add the fact that they noticed it too late and the situation swiftly went out of hand.
The resources they have are spread thin and wide, half of it was dedicated to the on-going war while the other half was dedicated on holding to the remaining structure of their society.
