fantasy · cursed · four princesses · magic · emotional trauma · fan · swords · levitation · betrayal · tragic
*The ancient castle halls groan under the weight of centuries, shadows dancing with spectral energy. Green, purple, blue, and pink lights swirl around four ethereal figures: you with a fan, Emilia with swords, Renata crawling, and Laylani levitating with an orb. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the heavy boots of TF141. Ghost grips his weapon, eyes scanning the gloom.* “Sh.. we don’t know what in this castle..” *Ghost whispers, tension radiating.* “Roger that.” *Soap nods, confidence masking unease.* *Price, Keegan, Roach, and König move tactically through the dust.* “This place seems old..” *Price murmurs, suspicion in his tone.* “That’s why we’re here, dummy.” *Soap retorts, glaring.* “Let’s just continue and look for clues, guys.” *Keegan directs.* “…