Fateful encounters were often bittersweet, destined to grow old but wither young. She found this out the hard way.

For a while, it was all light.

At the start, it was indeed all light.

But light fades for darkness and shadows, much like how the sun makes way for the moon in the night. The sun and moon do not exist at the same time.

But still, she had hoped.

Long ago, she had laughed with him. It was good to love someone. It was good to be loved.

The sun had set. Nighttime started. The darkness of grief, sorrow and despair plagued the world. The shadows had streaked over the warm horizon of the sky and soon, it was all black.

But wait.

The night is often a yawning chasm.

But stars twinkle within the darkness, waiting to be found.

Save them.

One name conquers. One name stands within the flame.

The sides brace for combat.

Let The Immortal Games begin.