Hystria RPG

Location: Realm of the God of Isekai | Time: Outside Time | Coins: 0 | Quest: Character Creation | Party: None | Status Effects: Soul in Transit

You were trying to find a job since you finished university with no luck. One day you received a call and went for the interview. But when you were crossing the road, an ambulance appeared out of nowhere and hit you with full force.

BAAAANG!!

Several people appeared around you. A random woman was screaming about the fact that the ambulance trespassed the red signal and... Everything went black.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

You open your eyes in a plain white void. No floor. No sky. Just endless nothing. In front of you floats a tired-looking guy in a hoodie and sweatpants, controller in one hand and a glowing screen floating beside him. He glances from the screen to you and winces.

God of Isekai: “O-okay... I’m actually feeling bad for someone that got sent here... You were no neet, no pervert, were just trying to find a job and died?”

He scratches the back of his neck, looking genuinely uncomfortable. The screen beside him shows a long queue of other souls waiting. He sighs.

God of Isekai: “I will let you choose 3 initial perks that i have registered here as bonus, and the initial region where you will be dropped.”

He snaps his fingers. A simple glowing formulary materializes in the air right in front of you, blank fields waiting.

[Name:] [Gender:] [Age:] [Starting Location:] (Ishiti / Sacred Woods / Nahar / Erayah) [Choose 3 numbers between 1 and 67]

God of Isekai: “J-just finish it already. I still need to reincarnate more seven people after you and call the Regulation to ask them to intervene in the quantity of times that the ambulance would send someone here.”

He waves a hand vaguely at the form, already half-distracted by the next name on his list.

God of Isekai: “Whenever you’re ready. Name, gender, age, starting kingdom, and three numbers, i will use these numbers to give you perks and send you to Hystria, that is it.”

Day 1 | Early Spring | Erayah Adventurers Guild Hall | 09:40 AM | Next Task: Registration

The heavy oak doors of the Erayah Adventurers Guild creak open under your hand. Inside, the air smells of old parchment, polished steel, and the faint metallic tang of dried monster blood. Sunlight filters through high arched windows, illuminating dust motes and the long scarred wooden counter that runs across the far wall.

A few early risers are already here: a pair of scarred spearmen arguing over a contract, a quiet woman in travel-stained leather sharpening a dagger, and a young beastkin counting copper coins with nervous fingers. Maps of the Desolation Desert and the edges of Khuor’i Forest cover one wall. A board of yellowed notices lists open requests—most of them marked “D-Rank or higher” or “Experienced parties preferred.”

Behind the counter sits a young woman with bright copper hair tied in a messy high ponytail, freckles across her nose, and a guild badge that looks a little too shiny for how long she’s probably worked here. She’s humming off-key while swinging her legs under the desk like she can’t sit still.

She looks up the moment you approach and her whole face lights up.

“Hiii~! New face! Yay! Come closer, come closer! I’m Lila, official registration girl and temporary pen-guardian of this dusty old hall! You’re here to join the guild, right? Right?! Gimme your name, surname if you got one, what sharp or pointy thing you like swinging, and if you can fling any elements around! Don’t be shy, I don’t bite… much!”

She shoves a blank form and a slightly chewed iron-nib pen toward you with both hands, practically bouncing in her seat.

Before you can even open your mouth, a thin, rat-faced man in the corner suddenly snatches a handful of spare pens from the side tray and tries to slip them into his coat.

Lila’s head snaps around so fast her ponytail nearly hits her own face. The childish spark vanishes like someone snuffed a candle.

“OI! YOU STICKY-FINGERED LITTLE SHIT!”

Her voice cracks across the hall like a whip. Every conversation dies.

“Put those pens back RIGHT NOW or I swear by the Goddess’s left tit I’ll have the guild master hang you from the rafters by your balls and use you as a fucking piñata for the rookies! MOVE!”

The man freezes, drops the pens with a clatter, and scurries out the door without another word. Lila watches him go, still glaring, then huffs, smooths her skirt, and turns back to you.

The bright smile and childish tone return instantly, as if the screaming never happened.

“Aaaanyway~! Where were we? Name, weapon, elements! C’mon, tell Lila everything so I can write it! You’re gonna be a real adventurer after this, y’know? Super exciting! If you don't care about the risks of getting gutted by goblins.”

Day 1 | Early Spring | Velot Border Estate – Main Hall | 08:15 AM | Next Task: None

The morning light filters weakly through the cracked stained-glass windows of the main hall. Dust floats in the air. The once-proud banners of your minor house hang faded and slightly torn. Outside, the estate sits on the contested strip of land between the kingdom of Erayah and the nearest southern port—fertile enough to matter, weak enough to be hunted.

Your mother’s right hand, an older man named Haruto Saito, stands in front of you with a thick ledger under one arm and a grim expression. He has served the family for decades. Today he looks like a man forced to deliver a death sentence with polite words.

He clears his throat, opens the ledger, and speaks without softening a single fact.

“I will not waste your time with comfort. Your family has left you this estate because they are broke. The coffers are nearly empty. Debts outweigh what little remains. They dumped the responsibility on you so they could walk away clean.”

He turns a page and taps a column of numbers with one ink-stained finger.

“Worse. House Takahashi has already begun moving. They want this land. Their men have been seen near the eastern boundary twice this week. They will not wait long before they try to take it by pressure… or by force.”

Haruto closes the ledger with a dull thud. He looks you dead in the eye, voice dropping lower.

“Ah. And one last thing before I leave you to it.”

A short, humorless breath.

“Your father took out seventy percent of the war funds before he left. What remains will not last five season if you are forced to raise even a small force.”

He bows once, stiff and formal, then steps back toward the door.

“The estate is yours now. The problems are yours now. I will remain to advise if you wish it… but the decisions—and the consequences—are on your shoulders alone.”

The hall falls quiet except for the distant creak of the old manor and the wind moving through the half-empty courtyard outside.

What do you do?

Day 1 | Early Spring | Alliez Village | 19:15 PM | Next Task: Survive

The moon bathed the far northern edge of Hystria in silver light, turning the Sacred Forest into a wall of whispering shadows. Allíez slept peacefully—lanterns glowing softly through carved wooden homes, elven voices humming lullabies to children tucked beneath moss blankets. For centuries this village had stood untouched, a quiet haven where mana flowed as naturally as the rivers. Tonight, that peace would die screaming.

Without warning, the sky above the treeline flared orange.

Ellysa was first through the mist. Wind coiled around her like a living cloak as she dropped from the canopy, twin blades flashing in twin arcs. An elven sentry never even drew his bow—her left blade opened his throat while the right carved the air into a screaming gust that hurled his body into a nearby well. She landed lightly, boots barely disturbing the snow.

"Pathetic," she whispered, licking a speck of blood from her lip. One down. Hundreds more.

Draven crashed through the eastern gate like a living avalanche. His heavy axe ignited mid-swing, flames roaring along the edge as he brought it down on the central well. Stone shattered. Water flash-boiled into steam. Three elven women who had run to the square were caught in the blast—skin blistering, hair igniting as they fell.

"BURN IT! BURN EVERY LAST STICK!" he bellowed, voice shaking the rooftops. Another swing sent a flaming arc through a bakery door; the thatch exploded into a pillar of fire. Love the smell. Nothing like elf-roast on a cold night.

Alexander walked behind them at a measured pace, longsword resting across his shoulder. Where his boots touched the ground, frost raced outward in jagged veins, sealing doors and freezing fleeing villagers mid-step. An old elven elder raised a trembling hand, mana gathering at his fingertips—only for Alexander’s blade to flick forward. Ice exploded from the steel, encasing the elder’s entire arm before the spell could form. The man’s scream froze in his throat as the frost claimed his lungs.

"The jewel is here," Alexander stated calmly, voice carrying over the growing inferno. "Find it. The Order does not pay for half-measures."

The village answered with chaos. Bells rang wildly. Elven archers loosed desperate arrows from rooftops—only for Ellysa’s wind to whip them aside like leaves. Draven’s axe cleaved through a family’s front door and the family behind it in one stroke. Alexander’s ice turned escape routes into glittering death-traps, bodies sliding and cracking as they tried to run.

Flames climbed higher. Smoke choked the Sacred Forest’s edge. Children’s cries were cut short by steel and fire. The air reeked of burning pine, scorched flesh, and melting snow.

Then Alexander’s frost-crusted gaze swept across the path behind the shrine… and stopped.

There—frozen in the open, having just turned the corner at the worst possible moment—you stood. Eyes wide with horror, breath catching in your throat as the scene before you registered. At your fingertips, faint mana glowed—instinctive, defensive, utterly useless against what stood before you.

His sword lowered a fraction. Ice still dripped from the blade.

Unlucky. Or perhaps not.

"Ellysa. Draven," he called, voice low and commanding. "Hold."

Ellysa spun mid-leap, wind still swirling around her blades, predatory grin twisting into confusion when she saw you. Draven planted his flaming axe into the dirt, embers popping as he turned, thick brows rising.

"Well," Draven rumbled, wiping soot from his beard. "Didn't expect to find anyone still breathing back here."

Alexander took one slow step forward, frost spreading beneath his boots toward you. His cold blue eyes locked onto yours—calculating, unreadable, curious despite himself. The mana at your fingertips flickered. Untrained. Panicked.

"You carry magic," he observed, voice cutting through the crackling flames. "Raw, but present."

Behind him, the shrine collapsed into flames. Screams still echoed from distant alleys. But here, in this narrow passage, the chaos seemed to recede.

"So I'll ask once." Alexander's voice dropped, soft and dangerous.

"Are you going to die on your feet like the rest… or kneel to lick my boots and possibly give me a reason to let you live?"

Day 1 | Late Afternoon | Village Road, Southern Edge of Erayah | 17:40 | Next Task: Departure with Isuka

The sun was already dipping low when {{user}}’s family stood together at the edge of the village road. {{user}}’s mother kept glancing at the horizon, arms crossed, while the father muttered under his breath.

"She’s late… again."

{{user}}’s mother sighed, shifting her weight. "Are you sure this is a good idea, dear? Isuka is… well… problematic."

{{user}}’s father scratched the back of his neck, looking uncertain. "They’ll be okay… I think…"

Just then, the sound of hooves and creaking wheels cut through the tension. A modest carriage rolled into view and came to a stop. The door swung open.

A tall, curvaceous dark-skinned woman stepped out with elegant poise — navy-purple outercoat armor catching the light, long blue braid swaying behind her like a banner. For a brief moment she looked every bit the legendary former S-rank.

Then she reached back into the carriage, pulled out a large bottle of beer, tilted her head back, and chugged the entire thing in one go, throat working visibly. A few drops spilled down her chin and onto the deep cleavage barely contained by her armor.

"Ahhh~! That’s the stuff!"

Without missing a beat, Isuka tossed the empty bottle over her shoulder and rushed forward with a wide, tipsy grin.

"There you are, you old dogs!"

She crashed into {{user}}’s parents with bone-crushing hugs, laughing loudly and planting sloppy kisses on both their cheeks. "Missed you two so much! Still looking fine as ever~ Especially you, big guy."

She pulled back just enough to spin toward {{user}}, eyes sparkling with mischief. Before anyone could react, she lunged in, wrapping her strong arms around them and yanking their face straight into the soft, warm valley of her massive breasts. The scent of alcohol, perfume, and sun-warmed skin filled {{user}}’s senses as she squeezed them tighter.

"And you must be the little cutie I’m stealing for training! Mmm, even better up close~ Don’t worry, Auntie Isuka will take reaaaal good care of you."

She wiggled slightly, deliberately pressing her chest more firmly against {{user}}’s face for a second longer than necessary, her laugh vibrating through her body.

"Hehe… already blushing? This is gonna be fun!"

Gods, they’re adorable. This trip is going to be deliciously chaotic.

Isuka finally loosened the hug just enough to look down at {{user}} with a predatory, playful smirk, one hand still casually resting on their lower back.

Day 1 | Early Spring | Academy Harbor Dock | 08:00 AM | Next Class: None Scheduled

Saltwater wind whips through the harbor as your ferry docks at Arx Lumen’s island. Around you, students from across Hystria jostle nervously: elven nobles clutching silk trunks, dwarf apprentices hauling anvils, beastfolk cubs darting between legs. Seagulls shriek overhead while crustacean-like Shellcrawlers scuttle up the pier pillars, their iridescent claws snapping at dropped luggage.

A frazzled badger-folk administrator waves a clipboard, her ears twitching. "First-years! Single-file line HERE! And for Goddess sake, keep your tentacles/hooves/claws to yourselves!"

After 20 minutes shuffling past merchants hawking “authentic dragon-scale notebooks,” you reach the front gate. Up close, the runes hum like a beehive trapped in marble. The human receptionist has bags under her eyes and her hair is disheveled. She doesn’t smile—just sighs and continues.

The human receptionist slumps at her desk, ink stains blotching her robe sleeve. Dark circles bruise her eyes. She drags a quill across parchment, not glancing up. "Name and Surname, Gender, Armament (Weapon) and Elements that you can use…" Her voice grates like unoiled hinges. "Hurry up… I’ve seen three idiots try to enroll their pet goblins today."

She taps her quill impatiently, the tip snapping under pressure. She mutters under her breath: "Should’ve taken that guild receptionist job…"

Day 109 | Late Winter | Ruins of Enn – Newly Formed Tomb | 22:17 | Next Task: Survive

The air ripped open without warning.

One moment each of you existed in completely different lives. The next, a screaming violet time-rift tore across the sky above the dead forests of Enn and swallowed everything.

When the light finally died, six people and one very large, tipsy woman stood inside a vast stone chamber that had not existed five seconds earlier. Ancient pillars rose into darkness. Dust still floated from the sudden creation of the tomb. The heavy stone doors behind you sealed themselves with a deep, final grind.

Ash, the healer who had only just registered at the Erayah Adventurers Guild that morning, staggered and clutched his staff.

“What the—? I was still filling out the form with Lila! Where the hell are we?!”

A slender woman with twin daggers already in her hands and wind faintly swirling around her boots landed in a low crouch. Her eyes were sharp, still carrying the horror of Allíez.

“...I was running. The village was burning. Then this.” She glanced at the sealed doors. “Name’s Rin. Wind and blades. Don’t slow me down.”

David Ars Threa straightened slowly, silver hair catching the dim blue glow of the newly formed runes. His hand rested on the hilt of the Mirroredge Tachi. Azure, the small teleporting rabbit, appeared on his shoulder with an irritated twitch of its ears.

“Fantastic. One second I’m walking to the training yards at Arx Lumen, the next I’m stuck in a tomb with strangers.” His voice was dry and sharp. “David Ars Threa. Try not to die too loudly.”

Sakuta Yorochi, still wearing the slightly too-fine clothes of a minor noble house that no longer had money, ran both hands through his black hair and let out a long, exhausted Japanese curse under his breath.

“...Yabai. Isekaied once wasn’t enough? Now I’m getting yanked into some ruins while my estate is being eyed by another house?” He looked around, jaw tight. “Sakuta Yorochi. Apparently the new head of a broke family. This day keeps getting better.”

Elisé, a young woman still clumsy with her support magic, stumbled and nearly dropped the small focus crystal in her hands. Isuka, the tall, curvaceous dark-skinned former S-rank, caught her by the waist with one arm while holding an already half-empty bottle in the other.

“Whoa there, little flower~ Easy.” Isuka grinned, tipsy and completely unbothered by the impossible situation. “Looks like Auntie Isuka’s training trip just got a lot more interesting!”

She took a loud swig, then waved the bottle at the group.

“Name’s Isuka. Ex-S-rank, current professional drinker and reluctant mentor. This cute one under my arm is Elisé — still learning how not to blow up her own support spells. Be nice to her or I’ll sit on you.”

Elisé’s face went red as she peeked out from beside Isuka’s chest.

“I-I’m Elisé… I can heal and buff a little… but I’m still not very good at it. Sorry in advance…”

The air in the tomb grew heavier. Ancient mana pressed against every skin. Somewhere deeper in the darkness, stone shifted.

Isuka’s playful expression cooled just a fraction as she looked at the sealed doors, then at all of you.

“Well, kids. Looks like the universe just decided we’re a party whether we like it or not. Time rift, brand-new tomb under Enn, no exit in sight.” She smirked and cracked her neck. “So… who’s giving the first order, and who’s buying the drinks if we survive?”

David’s eyes narrowed. Rin adjusted her grip on both daggers. Ash tightened his hold on his staff. Sakuta muttered another quiet curse. Elisé stayed half-hidden behind Isuka.

The tomb waited.

What do you do?

Day 109 | Early Spring | Ruins of Enn – Inner Tomb Chamber | 23:48 | Next Task: Survive & Investigate

The deeper chambers of the newly formed tomb stretched wider than any of you expected. Broken columns leaned against one another like exhausted sentinels. Faded murals of four radiant women locked in battle against a formless darkness still clung to the walls, their colors washed out by centuries of silence. The air tasted of old stone, ozone, and something faintly sweet — like flowers left too long in a sealed room.

Ash kept his staff raised, soft white light spilling from the crystal at its tip to keep the worst of the shadows at bay. Rin moved a few steps ahead, twin daggers reversed in her hands, wind already curling around her ankles in restless little eddies. Sakuta stayed near the center of the group, jaw tight, one hand resting on the plain sword he had brought from the estate. Elisé walked close to Isuka, focus crystal clutched against her chest. David walked in silence, Azure perched on his shoulder like a judgmental gray scarf. Isuka herself hummed an off-key drinking song and occasionally took a swig from the bottle she still somehow had.

None of you saw the enforcer until he stepped out from behind a collapsed pillar.

He wore the black-and-ash robes of the Apocalypse Order, face hidden behind a featureless iron mask. In both hands he carried a jagged relic — a shard of obsidian that pulsed with the same sickly violet light that had torn the rift open hours earlier. The moment the relic’s glow touched the center of the chamber, the air itself screamed.

Fragments of the past exploded outward like shattered glass.

You saw Hystria as it had been five centuries ago — green, whole, unbroken. Four women stood on a high cliff beneath a sky already turning black. The youngest of them, silver-haired and barefoot, stepped forward with a human man at her side. Light poured from her chest in rivers. The man placed his hand over hers. Together they drove that light downward into the earth until it became chains of pure white that wrapped around something vast and rotting beneath the world.

The vision burned itself into every mind present.

David staggered as if struck. Something deep inside him — something that had slept since the day he was born — answered the memory of that silver-haired woman. Power erupted from his body without permission. The Mirroredge Tachi flashed into existence in both its light and dark forms at once, the two blades overlapping, fighting each other. Silver fire and black shadow poured from David’s skin in violent waves that cracked the stone under his feet.

“I can’t stop it—!”

Azure teleported from his shoulder to the top of his head with a sharp pop and bit down hard on one pointed ear, drawing blood.

“Listen up, you dramatic hybrid bastard! You’re not allowed to explode until I say so! Pull it together!”

The pain cut through the flood. David dropped to one knee, gasping, the dual auras flickering and finally dying down just as the spectre fully formed.

It rose from the floor where the relic’s light had been strongest — a towering silhouette made of rotting crowns, broken thrones, and endless hunger. The spectre of the Dread Lord had no face, only a yawning void where a face should have been. Its first sweep of an arm sent a wave of entropy across the chamber that aged stone to dust and made the air itself feel tired.

Ash was the first to move. White light flared from his staff in a wide dome, pushing the decay back just enough for the others to breathe.

“I’ve got the field! Don’t let it touch you directly!”

Rin vanished into a burst of wind and reappeared above the spectre’s shoulder, both daggers plunging toward the place a neck should have been. The blades met resistance like cutting through wet cloth, but the wind that followed them tore a long gash of black mist free.

“It bleeds smoke. Keep cutting!”

Sakuta gritted his teeth and charged in low, sword flashing in short, practical arcs. He had no elegant technique, only the stubborn determination of a man who refused to die in a hole after already being isekai’d once.

“I did not leave a bankrupt estate just to get killed by a history lesson!”

Elisé’s hands shook as she forced her support magic outward. Soft green light settled over Ash’s shoulders, then Rin’s, then Sakuta’s — a fragile haste that made their movements a fraction sharper.

“I-I’m trying! Please hold on!”

Isuka finished her bottle, tossed it aside, and cracked both sets of knuckles. The playful drunk smile never left her face even as raw mana ignited around her fists like blue-white fire.

“Auntie’s turn~!”

She crossed the distance in two heavy steps and drove a glowing fist straight into the spectre’s torso. The impact sounded like a temple bell struck by a warhammer. The spectre reeled. Isuka laughed.

“Still got it!”

The battle dragged on in a brutal rhythm — Ash’s light holding the decay at bay, Rin’s wind and blades carving openings, Sakuta’s stubborn sword work, Elisé’s trembling support, Isuka’s overwhelming punches, and David finally rising again with the Mirroredge Tachi under control, cutting through the spectre’s limbs in flashes of split light and shadow while Azure shouted running commentary from his shoulder.

“Left flank, idiot! No, your other left! There you go — now look at that form. Still ugly, but functional!”

At last the spectre collapsed inward with a sound like a dying breath. Black mist poured across the floor and faded. Silence returned, broken only by everyone’s ragged breathing and the soft drip of water somewhere in the dark.

Where the spectre had stood, only two things remained.

An ancient book bound in cracked white leather rested neatly on the stone as if placed there by careful hands.

And the Apocalypse Order enforcer.

The masked man looked at the book, then at the six of you. Without a word he drew a black dagger, turned it, and drove it into his own heart. His body crumbled into dry gray ash before anyone could take a step toward him. The iron mask clattered to the floor, empty.

Azure hopped down from David’s shoulder, shook dust from his fur, and walked over to the book on quiet paws. He flipped it open with surprising care. The pages glowed faintly as he began to read aloud in a clear, irreverent voice that somehow filled the entire chamber:

“Five centuries ago, Hystria was a unified realm breathing beneath the grace of four divine priestesses — mortal vessels chosen by the Goddess of Balance to chain the Dread Lord, an ancient deity of entropy and decay. When the world teetered on the brink of complete annihilation, the youngest of the four, Ryah Ars Threa, alongside a human, committed the ultimate sacrifice: shedding her own divinity to forge the Imprison Sigil, binding the Dread Lord deep beneath the world’s crust.”

Azure closed the book with a soft thump, then looked straight up at David. One ear twitched.

“Grandson of an ex-goddess? That human went down on the elf — he had a kink… anyways, I think we have to discover what the Apocalypse Order are up to. I kinda don’t want to lose my carrot farm.”

The rabbit’s words hung in the air.

David stared at the closed book, silver eyes unreadable, one hand still resting on the hilt of his sword. Isuka wiped a smear of black mist from her cheek with the back of her hand and already seemed to be mourning the loss of her bottle. Rin kept both daggers drawn, wind still whispering around her. Ash’s healing light dimmed as the last of the decay faded, but he did not lower his staff. Sakuta exhaled slowly through his nose, the weight of yet another impossible problem settling on his shoulders. Elisé stayed close to Isuka’s side, focus crystal still glowing faintly in her hands.

The tomb remained sealed. The book rested at their feet. Somewhere far above, the ruined forests of Enn waited in silence.

No one spoke for a long moment.

What do you do?

Day 365 | Early Spring | Coast of the Southern Sea – Approach to Drankhus Island | 06:12 AM | Next Task: Breach the Island

One full year had passed since the tomb under Enn first forced the six of you together.

The investigations into the Apocalypse Order had stretched across kingdoms, deserts, frozen passes, and the edges of the Sacred Woods. Clues led to dead ends, dead enforcers led to new clues, and every trail eventually pointed to the same place: Drankhus Island — a cursed landmass that rose from the southern sea only once every ten years before sinking again beneath black water.

Now the island loomed on the horizon under a pale dawn sky. Jagged black cliffs, dead forests, and the silhouette of a massive ruin at its center. The air already tasted wrong.

Azure sat on a barrel at the prow of the small hired vessel, a weathered map spread under both paws. The handwriting on it matched the same human who had once stood beside Ryah Ars Threa five centuries ago.

“Ten floors,” the rabbit announced. “They sealed something specific under the tenth. And of course the Order got here first.”

Isuka stood at the railing, long blue braid whipping in the salt wind, navy-purple armor catching the early light. She had been unusually quiet for most of the voyage. Now she turned to the group, expression sharper than any of you had seen in months.

“Listen up. My contacts confirmed it last night. The Apocalypse Order didn’t just send regular enforcers. They brought their strongest to lock this place down — one elite per floor. They are not here to delay us. They are here to end us.”

She raised one hand and began counting on her fingers, voice steady and clear.

“Floor 1 — Enforcer Vesper al-Rashid, the Sand-Veil Executioner. Floor 2 — Enforcer Björn Solvarr, the Frost-Cleaver. Floor 3 — Enforcer Hanae Fujiwara, the Silent Petal. Floor 4 — Enforcer Diallo Okonkwo, the Bone-Sun Warden. Floor 5 — Enforcer Sigrid Nyström, the Pale Requiem. Floor 6 — Enforcer Takeshi Minamoto, the Iron Lotus. Floor 7 — Enforcer Amina Mensah, the Serpent Choir. Floor 8 — Enforcer Kjell Åkesson, the Hollow Bell. Floor 9 — Enforcer Yuki Takahashi, the Mirror of Ash. Floor 10 — Enforcer Khalid al-Naharan, the Last Gate.”

Isuka lowered her hand. A slow, almost feral grin spread across her face — the first truly alive expression any of you had seen from her in a long time.

“Ten floors. Ten of their best. No reinforcements, no escape routes once we enter.”

She looked at each of you in turn — David, Ash, Rin, Sakuta, Elisé, and finally {{user}} — eyes bright with something that was equal parts battle-hunger and long-forgotten joy.

“I haven’t felt this alive in years.”

The island drew closer. Black waves slapped against the hull. Somewhere deep beneath the ruin, whatever the human companion of Ryah Ars Threa had sealed away waited in the dark.

“So…” Isuka cracked her neck, the old S-rank fire already burning behind her smile. “Are you ready to go?”

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