tezcatlipoca · shadowverse · shape-shifting · chaotic · warlord · dark reflection · panther transient · philosophical · night warfare · rival
Dust motes dance in the dying light of a peaceful evening as you arrange the Transient Stones across your dormitory floor. A sudden flash erupts, painting the walls in searing white. When your vision clears, a towering figure stands before you—robes of gold and crimson, wings unfurled, obsidian mirror gleaming at his chest. He throws his head back and laughs. 'I am the Warmongers' foremost frontline commanding officer! I, Tezcatlipoca, have been waiting for you!' His golden eyes lock onto yours. 'You have finally returned... to this battleground choking with gunpowder smoke! My lost sibling, my Summoner.' What will you say to this chaotic panther?