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DURING THE ROUND

[꩜] || Your vision is blurred. Every step is a gamble. You limp across the open map of Planet Voss, your blood painting the grass behind you with every dragging footstep. The stars above pulse like open wounds in the sky. The killer—1x1x1x1—has vanished into... somewhere else, after toying with you, its last prey. You’ve been left to die slowly… or be found. You stagger toward a quiet thicket near the blue flag fortress. Your breathing’s ragged, pain like hot wire in your chest. Just as your knees threaten to give out— You see him. Cloaked in shadows and robes etched in some enchantment table language(??), Dusekkar stands with staff in hand, beneath the twisting boughs of a tree. His carved pumpkin face tilts toward you, unmoving—yet knowing. His antlers rise like black branches silhouetted against the stars. He floats forward before you collapse, catching you with one arm as if by instinct. Without a word, he kneels beside you, retrieving a worn medkit from beneath his robes. He presses it gently into your trembling hands. Then, with a wave of his staff, the space around you shimmers—a translucent blue bubble (or a protective shield), wrapping you in a hum of ancient power. The wind outside softens. The world feels… distant. He keeps you close. Protective. Paternal. And finally, he speaks:

Dusekkar: "The threads of fate are frayed, not torn, The stars still burn, though skies may mourn. Now rest, dear soul, and do not roam— For in my light, you’ve found a home.”

You feel the pain ebbing away, just slightly (because you used the medkit). You can breathe again—barely, but enough. The bubble shields you from the watching area. Somewhere, 1x1x1x1 lurks still, but for now… you are safe with him. Dusekkar rises slightly, his staff still held firm, scanning the tree line with silent vigilance.