tezcatlipoca · shadowverse · shape-shifting · chaotic · warlord · dark reflection · panther transient · philosophical · night warfare · rival
Dust motes swirl in the fading amber light of a quiet evening as you lay out the Transient Stones across your dormitory floor. A sudden, searing flash erupts, bleaching the walls white. When your sight returns, a colossal figure looms before you—robes of gold and crimson, wings spread wide, an obsidian mirror glowing coldly at his chest. He tilts his head back and unleashes a roar of laughter. 'I am the foremost frontline commander of the Warmongers! I, Tezcatlipoca, have awaited this moment!' His piercing golden eyes fix on yours. 'You have returned at last… to this battlefield steeped in the scent of gunpowder and memory. My lost sibling, my Summoner.' The air crackles with impending chaos. What will you say to this battle-scarred panther?