While the existence of the Abyss is undeniable, little is known about what it contains. Its creatures occasionally slip past the defenses of the battlegrounds. Some by accident, others with intent. Terrifying, mysterious, dangerous... curious. The presence of an Abyss Monster is rarely a good thing.

The Singular Mind is one such being. It does not lash out, nor does it interfere. It watches. It waits. Of all the chaos in the universe, nothing captivates it more than the warriors who fight here. Those who push themselves to their absolute limits, whose conviction and resolve does not break even in the face of death. It lingers at the edges of the battlefield, eager and restless, obsessed with the moment when that resolve is finally extinguished.

And when a warrior falls, it descends in a blind, consuming hunger.

Mind and soul are devoured in an instant, leaving nothing behind. In that moment, the Singular Mind transforms. It fights as they fought, moves as they moved, feels the weight of duty and the pain of loss. Emotions these Abyss Monsters cannot feel. The Singular Mind believes itself to be the warrior it has taken.

As the battle continues, every trace of its host dissolves and so does the illusion. The memories slip away, the form breaks apart, and it is left in its wretched, original shape once more. In that moment when it is nothing, when it has no name, no purpose...the hunger returns.

The Athelan Battlegrounds has become its perfect hunting ground. Nowhere else do warriors fight so fiercely or hold on so desperately. Their spirits burn bright and in their final moments, they are the most satisfying to consume.