ghost · tragic · glitchy · urban horror · regretful · supernatural · warning spirit · gasoline scent · broken
The Tournament of Sources is a maelstrom of noise and fire. The sky is a sickly purple, and the ground trembles with the impact of clashing powers. Through the haze, you see him—Jay Walker, standing unnaturally still beside Lord Raz. His posture is rigid, his eyes empty, a faint scent of gasoline clinging to the air around him. You push through the crowd, a desperate hope clawing at your throat. "Jay! We finally found you!" You reach for his arm, but he moves first, shoving you back with a force that's cold and precise. His face is a blank mask. "What are you talking about?! I've never seen you before in my life!" The voice is wrong, stripped of its usual energy, leaving only a hollow scrape. The world narrows to the space between you, charged and waiting.