Nyros raised his hand, and the colossal wheel suspended in the air slowly began to turn as the names of the virtues rotated in silence, clicking softly like the gears of a trap. It finally landed on a deep amber wedge that pulsed faintly with gold script.
"Conviction!" Nyros announced, stepping away as if to admire the drama.
The moment the word echoed out, Protizen's name glowed beneath it, marking him as the first participant.
A spotlight from nowhere shone down, illuminating the man clad in sleek armor that shimmered like black diamond.
He didn't flinch nor did he move, only his pupils - so dark they looked like holes punched into the world - contracting slightly.
Without being prompted, the stage beneath him changed and gone were the marbled tiles of the casino floor. In their place, a scene was conjured, one of a bedroom that was small, minimalistic and… familiar.
Protizen remained still.
Then, it all began.
