This was Lightchaser.
Rita was certain of it.
She once said that Arisentna had honors far brighter than Divine Game, yet she herself had never truly moved past it.
A corroded moon crown… her teacher wasn't so unbreakable after all.
Rita pressed her head lightly against one of the deep cracks in the ice. Maybe the moment Lightchaser found peace wasn't so far away.
With every victory her power surged through rewards, always pushing her further ahead. The day she rekindled Lightchaser's moment would be the day the ice melted and the crown was reborn.
The thought made her pulse race. She glanced up at the mosasaur circling above and summoned Wrathful Moon. The moonlight inside the lantern matched the crown's glow exactly. She exited the shadow world.
The instant she returned, she shouted, "I found it. I found Lightchaser's Soulfire!"
The game froze. Even the mosasaur halted.
