The dark swallowed Rudra without ceremony, and when it opened again, he was standing in a small grey room with five glowing tiles hovering at chest height, each one bearing the name of a deck he'd built with his own two hands.
[Choose one deck to rebuild. This process cannot be reversed.]
Pulse Breaker. Echo Mayhem. Boarding Party. Ghost Fleet. Tempest Call.
He didn't hesitate long. Tempest Call had won him his hardest fight and cost him the most control he'd ever surrendered mid-battle, weather that answered to nobody fully, not even the man who called it. If any deck deserved to be walked back through its own truth, it was that one.
He touched the tile.
[Tempest Call: erased.]
The tile crumbled to grey dust and blew away into nothing, and for a moment Rudra felt the small, strange absence of a power he'd carried for weeks, gone as completely as if it had never existed at all.
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[Choose a prefix.]
Five words hung in the air where the tile had been.
