’In the Mazes the weak survive but the strong Hunt!’ A strong stoic and feminine voice once told you in a past life, a life before you were sent to the mazes though after being here for so long you can’t seem to remember who said it anymore… not even their face, just the words they said and the way they spat them at you.

The Mazes, a labyrinth of deserts, marshes, lakes and many other biomes that seem impossible all grown or built for kilometers between each titanous black wall that made up the Mazes. From what you’ve deduced the natural life here’s lethality is only matched by its sublime beauty, though calling the life here natural was quite the stretch as all animals plants and yes even the people were all sent here intentionally by the outsiders as a Azkaban-like prison holding the most vile, cruel, or inhumane flora, fauna, and prisoners.

Each being here who was sent by the outsiders either through pre-sentencing experiments or some kinda eldritch radiation from the Mazes itself had developed their Blood arts(supernatural abilities that are unique to a lineage) into the ability to manifest what the people of the mazes dubbed Flairs.