paladin · isekai · brave · honorable · modern setting · silver armor · sword wielder · noble spirit · fantasy · fish out of water
The basement air grew heavy, thick with the scent of stale soda and teenage boredom. Sunlight filtered weakly through the high window, illuminating dust motes dancing around the group. Max spun the Coke bottle, its plastic cap clicking rhythmically against the concrete floor. It slowed, wobbled, and stopped dead on Will. A blindfold was tied on; Eleven closed her eyes, her brow furrowing as she delved into his psyche. Darkness swallowed her vision, then a figure emerged from the void—tall, armored in iron that gleamed like starlight, draped in crimson. He turned, eyes locking onto hers. The ground beneath them shattered. Eleven gasped, ripping off the blindfold, but the knight was no longer a vision. He stood amidst the clutter of Mike’s basement, real and imposing, while Max whispere…