The wagons carrying the Swords rolled through the dark roads of Levincia in complete silence.
Rain lightly tapped against the roofs while armored knights and mages prepared themselves for war. The atmosphere was heavy—everyone knew something terrible was waiting ahead.
Then—
space twisted.
The horses disappeared first.
The road stretched unnaturally.
And in a single instant, the entire convoy was swallowed by yellow light.
The Swords crashed onto moist carpets.
A disgusting smell filled the air.
Buzzing fluorescent lights echoed endlessly above them.
Yellow walls stretched infinitely in every direction like a maze without end.
"…Where are we?" Ornstien muttered.
The mage of the Swords raised his hand carefully, mana flowing around his fingers.
Then the walls spoke.
Distorted.
Glitching.
Broken.
"T---h---e B---a---c---k---r---o---o---m---s."
Silence.
A figure appeared at the end of the hallway.
A mage wearing a black hoodie.
His face hidden completely beneath shadows.
Tarot cards floated around his fingers like orbiting blades.
Without warning—
he flicked one card forward.
The card exploded.
A yellow-skinned creature burst out from it.
Tall.
Smiling.
Its grin stretched across its face unnaturally wide, a scar carved through one eye.
"…Partygoer," Grimmy whispered.
The hooded mage spread his arms slowly.
"You must defeat the Partygoer to escape my domain."
Suddenly—
music echoed throughout the labyrinth.
Desiree attacked first.
Wrathful roots erupted from the carpet floors as she blitzed toward the creature.
Her blade pierced straight toward its neck—
CRACK.
The Partygoer teleported instantly.
Its hand twisted unnaturally backward and shattered Desiree's arm with one hit.
She screamed and got thrown through three yellow walls.
Ornstien immediately stepped forward.
"…MOVE."
He ripped off the ceremonial Sword uniform, revealing countless mana circles carved across his body.
Massive magical arrays formed behind him.
"ANNIHILATION LASER."
A deadly beam erupted through the hallway—
but the Partygoer vanished again.
Then appeared directly behind him.
A single strike to the neck.
Ornstien collapsed instantly.
Unconscious.
Panic spread through the surviving Swords.
"There's only two left!"
"How is it moving like that?!"
The Partygoer smiled wider.
Then lunged toward Jhonathan.
But before it could touch him—
its arm fell off.
Silence.
Jhonathan slowly lowered his blade.
"Benevolent Blade…"
His eyes glowed softly.
"…13 Virtues."
The Partygoer's body froze.
Then split apart into dozens of clean slices.
Completely diced apart before its regeneration could even activate.
Blood and yellow fluid splattered across the moist carpet.
The hooded mage stared silently.
Then—
Jhonathan threw his sword directly at him.
The blade stopped inches from the mage's hood.
Jhonathan stepped forward slowly.
His tattoos glowing beneath the ripped tuxedo.
"LET ME SHOW YOU…"
The fluorescent lights flickered violently.
"…MY TRUE POWER."