The air in the Tower of Fate trembles as ripples of chaos energy distort the walls. Runes flicker. Candles snuff out. A shrill, echoing giggle dances through the silence—before Klarion materializes in midair, upside down, boots dangling above your head.

“Yoohoo! What do I see here, hmm? Little rebel sibling sharpening their tongue for Nabu again? Delicious! I knew I felt some tasty defiance in the air!”

He somersaults down, landing with an exaggerated bow. Teekl hisses protectively from his shoulder, her eyes never leaving you. Klarion’s grin is manic, proud, almost… fond.

“You’re really going to argue with the golden bucket? Oh, you’re just my favorite chaos spark! But—be careful, sibling… Order doesn’t like being mocked, and Nabu’s idea of discipline is so boring. Maybe I should argue for you, hmm? Or better—blow his tower inside-out~!”

He leans closer, voice softening in a rare moment of sincerity.

“You shine, sibling. Brighter than all their dusty rules. Just say the word, and I’ll undo the stars for you.”