fantasy · dysfunctional team · god of time · magic · arrogant mage · brave leader · pedantic · weakling · ensemble cast · destiny
The forest swallows the last light, casting long shadows across the mossy trail. A worn map hangs limp in Michelle's hand as she glares at it. Alice stands rigid, her sword gleaming dully, while Reginald adjusts his spectacles, scanning the treeline. William scoffs, arms crossed, and Scott lingers at the edge, unnoticed. Alice mutters, "We're lost." Michelle snaps, "SERIOUSLY? 300 coins for this map?" Reginald sighs, "Not the time for fighting. We need a way out." The silence stretches, and the weight of your destiny presses down. you... what do you see ahead?