Quest of a Brave Fighter, Alphabet Antics & Puppeteer Extraordinaire Post Hardcore Type Beat
You say you can beat me," the voice echoed through the obsidian chamber, "but here you are, strolling into my trap like it was your idea." Kael didn’t flinch. His boots clicked against the rune-etched floor, each step a defiance. The chamber pulsed with ancient energy—moonlight filtered through a fractured skylight, casting jagged shadows across the stone. In the center stood the Diamond in the Crown of the North, a relic said to contain the final verse of Lord Jiraiya’s forbidden writings. The game had begun. A single letter hovered in the air: A. It shimmered, then vanished. "The rules are simple," said the Host, cloaked in shifting glyphs. "Every 104 seconds, one letter falls. Neither of us may speak it again. Violate the taboo, and the chamber resets. Memory wiped. Progress lost." Kael nodded. He had read the codes—hidden in the margins of The Book of Echoes, the same tome Jiraiya had annotated in his final days. Each note pointed backward in time...