A green-haired boy strolled through the forest like he owned the place, hands in his pockets, whistling in a lazy tune.
Behind him, a Flame Serpent slithered gracefully, its molten scales shimmering with heat.
Riven spun two tokens between his fingers with a smug grin before slipping them into his pocket. "Too easy," he muttered.
But then—
CRACK!
The air behind him snapped like lightning.
A voice rang out, cold and distant.
"Hand over the tokens."
Riven stopped. Blinked once.
Then slowly turned, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Really? You're robbing me?"
From behind the trees, a figure emerged—a boy in a black mask, his cloak fluttering with the wind.
Riven chuckled. "You want my tokens? You're gonna have to earn 'em, freakshow."
He cracked his neck and dropped into a fighting stance.
The Flame Serpent let out a low hiss, flames curling along its body, ready to strike.
The masked figure didn't flinch. Instead, he raised a hand.
A magic circle blazed to life beside him.
