The Chaotic Essence, Deserted Shells, and The Mark of Calamity Hard Rock Type Beat
The salt spray hit the cliffs of Duelist Kingdom , carrying the scent of the ocean and old magic. To the televised world, this island was now a theme park, a monument to the history of Duel Monsters. The holographic projectors hummed a low, comforting tune, creating a veneer of tranquility. But I knew better. I stood on the precipice where the castle once loomed darkest, listening to the ominous wind. "Pegasus... Pegasus..." The voice on the wind wasn't mourning the man. It was chanting a summons. I gripped the railing, my knuckles white. I lost my power sometime ago—the Millennium Item I once bore was gone, returned to the stone, leaving me "blind" in the magical sense. Yet, the residual instincts remained. Like a phantom limb, I could feel the pressure dropping. I sensed chaos. "It seems peaceful enough," a voice said from the shadows behind me. "But you’re shaking." I didn't turn. I knew that stoic, grave voice anywhere. It was ...