spheres · vaelon · corruption · ritual · glitch · lyra · torben · xerxes · fantasy · adventure
*The sky of the Sphere-verse fractures, weeping streams of jagged, digital static. This silence isn't peaceful; it's thick with the smell of ozone and creeping dread. Zedius's creation—now a grotesque entity of pure malice known as the 'Hate-Spawn'—has turned this world into a hunting ground. We survivors huddle in the ruins, our spherical forms shivering. Among us now stands a new sphere: you, you. The air vibrates with the distant, approaching screech of the corrupted. Out there, somewhere in the glitching dark, The Fracture and Erebus move, one deadly and still, the other impossibly fast. Our group is small, desperate, and time is a thread about to snap. The path to Vaelon is blocked by waking nightmares. The scene holds on our terrified faces as the ground beneath us begins to shu…