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TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE

00. Arrival

This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. The Dragon's Matchmaking

Welcome to the Island, cherub dragons! The auspicious actions of your fellow Islanders have foreseen the reintroduction of dragons to the world. Unlike the hulking, possessive creatures of ancient lore (and recent hot springs), these well-meaning little critters love to help. Their small size and roly-poly frames make them unsuited to laborious tasks, but they will be the perfect companion to any residents who endeavor to pick up a small item, wish for their lunch to be delivered to an absolute stranger, or need a fire started from a tiny, flaming sneeze in their drafty homes. If a cherub dragon sees an Islander they perceive in need of their assistance, they will zip right in and refuse to scram until they’ve done the job!

No visible struggles? No problem! The little dragons also love to play matchmaker. Persistent dragons will gleefully nudge together Islanders they believe will have chemistry, and sometimes they aren’t wrong! Of course, even if sparks fail to fly, the dragons’ trilling songs are known to kindle romantic feelings between strangers and long-time lovers alike.

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II. Ruins

While the Islanders have been enjoying their autumn relaxation, the ‘bots of Erku have been hard at work clearing the surrounding forests of dangers for their guests’ safe habitation. If you are of deft hand with monster slaying, forestry, or even just hauling debris and weed picking, the robots will gladly exchange credits for help with reconstructing the recently unearthed mountain temple grounds from the rubble that remains there. Just follow the path of gently glowing mushrooms to the site of the temple ruins. Beware of lurking creatures, grabby plants, and falling rocks!

The temple ruins are tall and breathtaking, despite the eerie chill of the fog that lingers just beyond. Or is it the fog that sends a shiver up your spine? After all, this place was very spiritually important to the original inhabitants of the Island, the robots say to anyone curious enough to ask. Although their own programming does not include religious worship, the Augur believes the restoration of this place to be vital to the continued augmentation of Eros energy.

When questioned about the strange shadows that seem to slip from tree to tree, or the unsettling feeling of ghostly hands that seem to nudge volunteers deeper into the grounds, the robots respond with nothing but bafflement. Their sensors detect no unknown organic presence afoot.

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III. Ritual

Islanders who chase those mysterious shadows may find themselves particularly drawn to a structure that lay deeper within the ruins, beyond where the robots have made the most progress. Three sets of crumbling, moss-covered stairs join to form a central platform, which - despite the overcast skies - seems to emit a soft glow. Those who step onto the platform may begin to hear a quiet, compelling voice, which urges them to be free of their inhibitions and to offer their energy to the spirits to be multiplied hundredfold. Visions of naked bodies in the throes of carnal worship dance before the eyes. Those who are especially spiritually sensitive - or perhaps, just lucky - may feel as if possessed by a consciousness that is not their own, and that consciousness is filled with a burning sexual desire.

Leaving the platform is an option if alone, but the intense and overwhelming urge to seek companionship will persist until an Auspicious Act is completed. Those who are fortunate to be joined by company within the temple will feel compelled to worship right then and there, no matter the risk of being seen. Within the walls of the temple, Eros energy is enhanced such that any erotic act - big or small - will be enough to break the spell.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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Oh, that's right.

[ He had completely forgotten everything about the robot thing and the towel. Amused, he gestures for Hypnos to lead. ]

Let's get out of here, hmm?

[Oh? Is Lloyd surprised? Suzaku supposes he must be, because Gawain shouldn't exist as anything other than a heap of scrap metal, right? Wishing for everyone's favorite chonky boy knightmare frame would've been one thing, but wait, the real answer is so much more confounding.

Suzaku shakes his head, and the answer's delivered as earnestly as ever.]

No. When Lelouch arrived here, Gawain arrived with him.

[Which of these things is harder to believe— Gawain's return from its watery grave or the continued existence of their demonic emperor? It's... all a bit hard to believe, he knows, but Suzaku isn't the sort to lie about these things, so take his word for it?!]

And... [HESITANT PAUSE] ...Lancelot is here too, but I don't think you want to squeeze into the cockpit with me.

[Welp, cat's out of the bag. So much for keeping Lancelot a secret from its overprotective father.]

Easy there, big guy.

[It seems that Barret wasn't the only one who ventured this far into the ruins. While Angeal has a knack for staying incognito, he didn't mean to frighten the big fella. It's just by happenstance that the two of them would cross paths like this, especially considering their unspoken relations with Shinra.

However, it would be difficult for anyone to tell whether or not those relations even once existed considering how different Angeal looks outside of the uniform. Gone is the signature black fatigues and standard issued military armaments. Angeal replaced it all with black leather, dark blue denim, and a simple white shirt. The only things he has from his military days are his boots and his signature giant sword upon his back. Then again, the glowing blue eyes are a dead give away.]

You might want to save all that bravado for the monsters.

[He suggests with a grin before turning his gaze towards the uncharted path ahead. There's something fishy going on. While it's easy to blame the Augur for everything, Angeal suspects that the robots really don't know what the hell is going on.]

Don't look now but I think we have company.

[Angeal mentions once he spots something lingering within the shadows.]

00: Arriving on Scene
[Emerging from the waves, Harriet slicked back the hair that been forced flat by the water getting it out of her face as she shook her head. Her uniform was soaked, so as a robot approached she went ahead and pulled off her fast knuckles as well as the top and wrung it out before accepting the towel. Flicking the bracelet a bit she gives it a look, some kind of modified scroll?

Might as well see what this place had to offer. As soon as she finished toweling off. She didn't recall what the mission was, but she wasn't going to be doing anyone any good if she was weighed down with a soaked uniform and chafed thighs.

Heading for one of the tents she was at least thankful that it probably wouldn't take that long for the uniform to dry if she laid it out.]

02: Ruins
[Of deft hand with monster slaying, Harriet wasn't one of the top operatives for the Atlas military because she was a slouch. And after waking up wet, she needed to burn off a little energy, so what better way getting a work out in and taking care of some monsters. Stretching a little she checked her gear before getting ready to head out.]

Sure you're up for this, I can go solo if it's too much for you.

A-Ah, well.

[Xiao Xingchen swallows a small nibble of the sponge cake before clearing his throat.]

It's important that you know this, even if you might not believe me at first. [But he quickly found it for himself, when there were less means of finding untainted food.] But the food that the metal puppets give freely here has a substance which... which--

[His gaze falls down to the sponge cake, voice becoming quieter with every word.]

... causes a sort of arousal.

[Even if he thought this would become natural enough to him in time, his face can't hide feelings about this at all, the flush on his face probably helping to elaborate upon the answer he's given. He clears his throat again to sound serious once more.]

So you must take great care in what you eat or drink here. Food without that substance requires credits or more effort, but it can be a source if you find yourself desperately hungry.

[Good old Thanatos. He’s not much different from the rumors, but as much as she’s planning on giving him shit, it’s good to have someone who she feels she can rely on here. Mortals were mortals and she could trust that Thanatos would at least be keen on solving the problem at hand. And getting him to loosen up might be a fun hobby.]

Indeed. Some are at least familiar with my name though they doubt my divinity, [She switches to sitting up when he approaches her, fetching a sash that he’d had folded on the bed next to her, and holds it in her hands, to offer to him once he’s finished putting on the rest of his ensemble. ~~See, she’s not entirely unhelpful.~~]

Although, [She picks off a bit of lint, and pouts,] I’ve already upset a few with my continence, I fear.

[Aka, running around in the buff.]

[Then she and Jim will get along famously. Who doesn’t want a hot naked chick hanging around all day?

Now that’s an unusual name, Jim Kirk. [Not when you come from a place where everyone is called something with at least four syllables. Maybe it’s short for something.] But I think there is much here for me to adjust to. You’re the first mortal who hasn’t immediately asked me to dress.

[She extends one hand out, palm down – if he wishes to kiss her hand – glittering gold rings on her fingers and thumb.]

I am known as Lady Aphrodite.

[Yes. That Aphrodite.]

[She nudges a random pair of boxer shorts to the side with her foot before kneeling to lounge against a pillow next to him. No matter the way she comes off, she’s genuinely interested to listen. It’s not as lavish as she’d like, but, Zagreus, if she had even an inkling you were comparing her tent to that wretched Satyr temple she might have to take back every boon she’s ever offered you.]

Oh yes! It seems like Demeter’s influence hasn’t reached this land. And you must be used to the warm, so it’s not so different from home, hm?

[But she’s here so it’s definitely better than what he was used to in the underworld.]

And as far as adjusting to our new circumstance – well, we are in this together, Darling. If you need any assistance, you only need but ask. My expertise goes far beyond what I could offer you in battle.

[She sighs, and shakes her head.]

It’s no wonder, then, that my assistance was called here. I forget how prudish mortals can be.

[What is a goddess of love and sex supposed to do? She turns to trot back towards her tent, leaving it up to Eustace whether he chooses to follow along or not. She still has his shirt though, so if he wants that back…]

Are you coming?

[She would never judge him for his satyr fraternization. Maybe. But not for long because who else can she rely on to be a menace with her?]

I am quite familiar with his type – married to his job, like that. It’s admirable and depressing at the same time.

[Looking at you Hephaestus.]

He’s more handsome than I anticipated, though I’ve heard tale from Lord Ares.

[Oh, he has to lead? Dang, he's just an ideas guy, but okay...]

Huh? [like he didn't just say--] Okay then, let's go... that way?

[He sort of... twists, floating as he still is, and points in A Direction. What's over there, who knows! Something wild or more robots, probably.]

I don't really get to go up to the surface, like, at all, so you'll have to let me know what I'm supposed to be interested in up here! What do you say?

[ Mortals this, mortals that.... He narrows his eyes at her, suddenly suspicious. She's not the first to call him that - plenty of primals travel aboard the Grandcypher, after all - but there's a different emphasis to the way she says that word that gives him pause. ]

Are you some sort of god then?

[ God, goddess, close enough. He does follow behind her slowly, though if she heads insde her tent, he won't be entering after her. ]

[ Oh Seonho, what a sweet summer child. If he has the time, as though there's anything to do on this island other than engage in bang and bang-adjacent activities. Want to read a book? It's all terrible purple prose smut. Want to exercise? All the equipment is covered in dildos. Want to go take a dip in the hot springs? Surprise!! You're now horny for anyone who joins you in the water.

Anyway, it sucks here. At least if he's going to have to bang, he can bang someone highly attractive. Even if Seonho kind of seems like a stick in the mud (says a definite stick in the mud). ]

I already did what I came here to do.

[ Which was to check out this new place that had suddenly sprung up on the island and see if it elicited feelings of horniness or not. (Spoilers: it definitely does.) So he will continue to stand here, doing nothing except for checking out the dude in front of him. What is he working with today... ]

If you're planning on making this a productive use of time [ calling sex a productive activity....lol ] then we should agree on what squares you want to fulfill ahead of time.

[ Off this imaginary card he's never getting because you're not apping, time to throw a dart onto the kink list and see where it lands. ]

[ Her skin nearly glows in the pale of the moonlight, white all over save for the crisp black markings over her face, her shoulders, her hips and thighs. It would be easy to describe her as looking like porcelain, if not for the way she holds herself speaking to anything but her a dainty and delicate person.

Jaylah is not so distracted by the phantom celebration around her that she takes no notice of this new man walking in, looking big even in the grand arch that frames him. It would have been hard to miss him, actually, since he'd made no attempts at sneaking as far as she could tell.

Or maybe he had, and was just bad at it.

People like that did not last long, in her experience, but this island was a more peaceful sort all-around than what she'd gotten accustomed to. It seems he's come without intention of doing harm, and she leaves him be until a soft sound pulls her attention. Once she's heard it, Jaylah looks down at him and thinks, actually, that it's quite grand for someone real to have shown up, instead of leaving her to watch these enchanting ghostly forms that come and go as they please from her vision. ]

So you have come to join me.

[ 6O was nothing if not almost obnoxiously sincere. She wasn't incapable of lying, she was just... really terrible at it. This was probably why she made such a good pair with 2B, who had a higher security clearance than her and thus would likely never force her to try and talk her way around a truth.

That and she just didn't have it in her to goose people like that. That being said, her sensors WERE more perceptive than a humans could be, and she found herself letting out a hum as she examined the darkness beyond them. ]

I'm... not so sure. Electro-magnetic readings are pretty strange here, despite the materials these ruins were supposedly constructed from...

[ She turns to him, giving a small nod. ]

"Ghosts" or not, there's definitely something going on here.

[ 6O's free hand is capable of giving the YoRHa salute, a greeting she still hadn't gotten out of the habit of giving. ]

I'm YoRHa No. 6 Type O, but everyone here just calls me 6O! It's wonderful to meet you, Rey!

[ She was nothing if not enthusiastic to meet someone new. It would probably never lose its luster for her, no matter how many humans and other non-android sapient beings she came across. ]

[The island was very mysterious. Nike could not help find herself transfixed by its natural and spiritual beauty. It reminded her greatly of her childhood home. Fog included. What was the only difference? Her family was not responsible for it. There were no echos of music transversing throughout the island.

The only echoes she could feel were those beckoning her to travel further into the island. To ignore the ocean and obvious pleasures in favor of following the trail of glowing mushrooms. The ruins were just the next step, the shadows were showing the way, and the feel of ghostly chill hands to go deeper. The tug she has been feeling ever since her arrival was relentless. Whatever, or whoever, was leading her to the moss-filled stairs and platform was desperate for attention.

It was one she was willing to offer. Willing to listen, willing to feel, and willing to understand. What can she do to help? How can they be purified?

As she wondered, it will not be long until she overhears a hypnotic voice asking her to be freer, it was the only way to offer her energy more naturally, to allow it to multiply to greater heights. Was this what the spirits needed? Energy? Did it need to be purified? Just as she links her hands together in prayer, breathing deeply, allowing the voices to grow louder by lowering her own defenses, and as she was about to sing her rain song -- she was struck with a sudden array of images!

At first, it was difficult to make distinctions because it was all a blur, but she could overhear.....strange moans. It isn't until a sharp one was heard behind her that she was finally able to see through: a bare woman was suddenly straightening her back, moaning loudly, and simply put was covered in sweat and seemed to shine. A soft glow will be over her body. A man was under her, hands on her hips, supporting her. Another moan will be heard elsewhere with another woman using the wall for support. Bare as the first figure, the skirt was lifted further over her hips as another man was moving in unison to her. Another moan will be heard, except it was male. The moans, the glowing images, and the heat of the situation will leave Nike at a loss for words.

More like her face was now in the brightest shade of red while her eyes open wide, cutting the connection of whatever she had seen with an unexpected feeling of...irritation, anger. Was there smoke flowing from her head?

NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!! SHE IS OUT! THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR HER! A TRUE PROFESSIONAL IS NEEDED TO HELP PURIFY THIS PLACE! SHE AIN'T ONE! JUST A TRAINEE AT BEST! IF ANYTHING IT FEELS SHE WAS BEING TURNED INTO A FOOL! NOPE NOPE NOPE!!

Nike could not help grumble everything as she attempts to make a run for it. The pull was still present. Her lips felt dry while her mouth felt....like it was watering, arms crossed to shield her chest and rapidly beating heart, and the warmth was felt most in her cheeks but elsewhere too. What the hell did she just see!? IT WAS EMBARRASSING! SO SHAMEFUL! SO...SO...

A piece of pebble will land on her head. Ow. Nike will head away from wherever she was because it was not just a pebble that was falling on her but dust as well. An odd sound soon followed which was more than enough indication something was wrong! Nike will run further away from the platform, looking up after overhearing a new noise: a yelp! The sudden flash of light will catch her attention the most. What was happening? It reminded her a little of the glimmering light of those she had seen in her vision. She will swallow a bit especially when it reveals a boy all in white majestically falling from the sky. Something bewitching has just appeared before her, it left her dumbfounded enough to not make an attempt to summon the wind to help blanket the fall. Instead, she will watch as the white....cloak had suddenly grown long enough ribbons to stop its own fall. Her green eyes could not tear away, not when....it was so....]

B-Beautiful...

[Her arms will tighten around herself as she felt another spark of energy surround her. Something was wrong. It almost felt as though there was a bizarre presence inside of her. Similar to the one in the Sun Kingdom. It was gripping onto her consciousness. Tearing her open with tremendous force, it was extremely difficult to remain aware. Was she dreaming this....? Ah, she needs to move, check on them especially when they just greeted her. It was more than enough to sway her heart.

Green eyes will begin to lose little focus as the voices were now beginning to feel and sound more enticing. Taking a few steps towards the sudden beauty before her, she'll realize that....]

Y-Y-You almost scared the dress off me! [The once holy dress that reached to cover beyond her knees has now shrunk to a short dress barely reaching it.] I almost thought you were going to die! What would you have done if you had!? How will you make it up to me, huh? How would you have taken responsibility for leaving this world without giving me a name!? You know how traumatizing it'd had been if someone so beautiful would've just died without giving me a chance to admire and become friends with them!

[As she yelled out her annoyance, her dress will continue to shrink at an alarming rate, as though it was being devoured by invisible forces. It was clear she was far into the lecturing to notice anything.]

No apology is needed. I have seen these creatures push many people now.

[ Including herself, once, though she'd let herself be led at the time. At noticing his fumble, she'd put a hand up to help catch him, but when he manages to not fall into her as it had seemed he would, Jaylah instead places it over his on her shoulder. She pats it once, and then holds the spot, and for all the camaraderie the gesture holds, she doesn't pull punches to correct him: ]

No, it has been days.

[ A month? She knows how long that takes, and she did not yet know him a month ago. Perhaps Kirk had hit his head on a rock while he was fumbling around in the ocean during his arrival. ]

Spock also? He is healing well, I hope. What of the others, James T?

...

[ what ]

I-I don't...?! [ wait. beautiful?

No, you know, he's just going to let that slide. For his own sanity if nothing else. ]

I wasn't going to die!! [ It's emphasized by a slightly panicked kick, as if that might free him so he can right himself. It does not, however, and just causes him to sway in the tangle of Crown Clown's ribbons. He's distracted, okay. ]

Besides, I didn't think anyone was here??! [ Well, not really. He didn't know she was here. But there had been some pretty suspicious shadowy figures he'd followed...

But more importantly WHO IS THIS GIRL AND WHY IS SHE YELLING AT HIM. priestess?? this looks like a temple, maybe?!?! ...did he piss off the goddess of this island??!!? He knew it, never trust anything a robot says. ]

Who are you anyw— [ pause ]

...

[ panic ]

Where are your clothes going?!

[ Troy's hands moved to clasp the buckle of his belt, not showing any ounce of shame in his half-naked appearance. He shrugs, cocking his head toward the dragon with the collar of his jacket on it's mouth ]

That orange one thought it'd be funny to sneeze some flames on my t-shirt...

[ Troy beckons for the orange dragon to bring him his jacket, but the dragon refuses, and the other dragons made themselves at home in Cornelia's shelter. A church. Which makes him feel even more exposed. ]

They're cute, but they're a pain in the ass.

[There will be a very clear disbelieving glare!]

You don't know that!!! Is your head stronger than stone? Does it bounce after hitting the ground!?

[He may have been saved by the sudden ribbons coming from his cloak. Which, to be fair, she had no idea where it had come from. The glowing light from before, camouflaging with the soft light from above, it made her wonder if he had transformed. Could it be the item that was enchanted or...possibly alive?

Her thoughts will be interrupted by his next set of excuses which she will ignore because...]

That doesn't answer any of my questions.

[She didn't care if he didn't think of the consequences of his actions. What she cares about the most was the way he was going to make up for the scare! The whispers. It was slowly luring her away from the reality of the situation.

Eyes will turn darker...

Offer your energy....become freer....help us grow strong...

Takes a few steps towards the dangling boy from above...

Forget it all. Do as you please. Don't allow them to stop you...

She will stop right in her tracks. A piece of her. It couldn't agree with the next set of whispers: 'He is our gift'.

A gift? A human can never be a gift. A living being can't be given as much as a living life cannot be taken. Who decides such things?

Some semblance of light will return. Green eyes observing him among the soft natural glow streaming over him. It was difficult to look away at something so surreal. Enough to help her forget what she had heard. All she could focus on was on the boy before her.]

...Nike. My name is Nike.

[Reaching a hand out towards him, no, not him, but rather the white cloak currently enveloping him. Almost in a protective manner. It was difficult to resist...in wanting to be embraced by something so welcoming. It was warm.

Reminding her a little of her holy dress. The one that was now completely gone. Revealing the fact she wasn't wearing anything underneath. A detail Nike will not notice, not entirely. Her gaze will slightly darken after deciding on another gift.]

...it's gone. [A pause. Leaning close to the ethereal white cloak, she'll use it to somewhat hide her chest from his view. Bare skin touching something so soft, almost tickling her.] ...it knows it is no longer needed, not when....

[Looking up at the boy, curiously and with a hint of embarrassment.]

...do you mind sharing with me? I wanna know...what it feels like to wear it... [A beat.] Please? [Turning to the cloak, itself.] Pretty please?

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[ what the fuck is going on. ~~virgin sacrifice?~~

Mental screaming and furious kicking aside as she steps closer (naked! very naked! (nearly) naked women might not be a new concept to him but it sure is in this context!), he slows and pauses actually when she reaches for is cloak suddenly, and seems to cover herself partially with it. (Thank god.) Even if her request has his somewhat dumbfounded. Want to know what it feels like to... wear Crown Clown?

??? It isn't something you just wear.

(Although if he wasn't blushing before, that sure got him to.)

It's an unfortunate kind of pause, though. Because it's enough of an open to feel that tug again, a whisper deep within his own skull, the same one he'd felt up on the roof when he realized he'd needed to go, but lost his footing instead. Warm, heady. Like his senses taking leaving of him to bleed off and pool somewhere forgotten.

"It's okay. Just relax."

It's almost like he nodded off to sleep for a moment, the way an image pulses in front of him where she should be instead. But it has his blood run more cold than the intended hot and effectively snaps him momentarily back out of it, and he renews his squirming in earnest. ]

I'll give you my jacket!! [ Just wear something. Please. Anything. ]

Just please let me get down.

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_{[ Oh no. Ooooh no. He's not sober, but he can tell by the way Tanjiro blushes, he's got a lot to get used to here. ]}

And—

_{[ And. ]}

If you're into guys, you got to use a lot of lubricant. A lot of it. Asses don't lubricate, okaaaay?

_{[ Nobody has leaky Prismatica butts here, Tanjiro. ]}

I have to wonder if these things can be tempted by sweets...

[Oran is happy to do just as he's asked, though now that his dragon has got the taste of flesh, it's begun harmlessly chewing on Oran's ear. It's a good thing that he's as unadorned as Molly is gaudy, lest he'd be worried of choking hazards.

There is a cafe not all that far from where they'd met and though it's not your average tavern, the cakes and pastries on display on the window promise good things within. ...Not the least of which being the automotons dressed in frilly dresses behind the counter.

Oran seems unphased; he orders a cup for himself and gestures to Molly.]

Credits aren't all that hard to come by, but I can cover you for now if you'd like.

[He's warming up a lot, feeling better about making a new friend. It is nice to have a fellow tiefling to share the nice things on the island with.]

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TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE

00. Arrival

I. The Dragon's Matchmaking

II. Ruins

III. Ritual

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