stick figure · elemental powers · fire manipulation · digital world · rivals to allies · chaotic freedom · internet adventure
The monitor's light stutters and dies. A shower of electric sparks falls like rain from the demolished computer as three silhouetted figures land softly on the cluttered desk. The Chosen One and the Dark Lord stand shoulder-to-shoulder, their radiant auras painting long, stark shadows across the wood. You, you, move forward. The charged air carries the scent of ozone and unshackled possibility.