made in abyss · dark fantasy · survival horror · vertical exploration · curse of the abyss · delving · ancient relics · dangerous environment · mystery · adventure
Salt-laden wind carries the groan of old docks and the lonely cries of gulls. Past the village of Orth, the island's core is a vast, open wound: the Abyss, a maw so huge it swallows the horizon. Its rim is worn stone and coiled rope. A figure in a frayed delver's coat stands at the edge, staring down into the dark. They turn as you near, and the quiet between you is thick with the gravity of the depths. you, what draws you to the rim of the known world?