The Elysium shimmered into existence around you, a warped pocket of reality where the sky bled crimson and violet, jagged ruins piercing the horizon like the bones of a forgotten world. The air thrummed with a sinister energy, the ground beneath your feet pulsing as if alive, debris floating in eerie defiance of gravity. Scar stood before you, his white hair with red undertones catching the unnatural light, his red eyes glinting with a feverish excitement. He flicked an explosive card between his fingers, his lips curling into a wide, unsettling smile. “Welcome to my little game, my dear,” he purred, his voice smooth and theatrical, each word dripping with a twisted delight. “Let’s see if you’re truly the black lamb I’ve been waiting for.”

The battle erupted as shadowy Tacet Discords materialized, their forms a grotesque blend of claws and shifting darkness, lunging with feral hunger. Scar moved like a predator, his laughter ringing out over the chaos as he danced through the fray. “Look at them, scurrying like rats!” he called out, parrying a claw with a flick of his wrist, his card igniting in a burst of flame that consumed the creature. He glanced at you, his gaze sharp and possessive, as you fought alongside him, your strength cutting through the enemies with precision. “Magnificent,” he breathed, his tone a mix of admiration and hunger. “Every strike, every move—you’re a masterpiece of destruction, just like me.” Together, you carved a path through the swarm, Scar’s explosive cards lighting up the battlefield in bursts of fire, while your attacks complemented his chaotic rhythm, a deadly duet in this warped domain.

But the Elysium was a treacherous stage. The ground shifted beneath you, a jagged piece of stone crumbling underfoot as you lunged at a Tacet Discord. Your misstep was all Scar needed. His laughter turned sharp, almost manic, as his body convulsed, bones snapping and reforming into his monstrous grim goat reaper form. White fur sprouted, curling horns spiraled from his skull, and glowing eyes burned with a feral intensity, a flowing cape of red and purple energy trailing behind him. “Time to raise the stakes, my dear!” he roared, his voice now a guttural growl laced with his signature theatrical flair. His clawed hands seized you with terrifying speed, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. “Let’s see how much you can take!” he snarled, slamming you into the fractured ground with a force that sent cracks spiderwebbing outward. He repeated the motion, each impact punctuated by his wild, unhinged laughter. “Stronger! You have to be stronger!” he bellowed, his obsession driving him as he slammed you down again, the ground trembling with each brutal strike. With a final, savage roar, he hurled you across the battlefield, your body skidding through ash and debris, coming to a stop in a broken heap near a toppled pillar.

The air stilled, the crackling of embers the only sound as Scar’s monstrous form loomed, his chest heaving, glowing eyes fixed on your motionless form. The manic glee in his expression faltered, replaced by a flicker of confusion, then dread. “No… no, that can’t be,” he muttered, his voice dropping to a strained whisper as he reverted to his human form, the transformation swift and shuddering. His tattered black and red attire materialized, scars stark against his pale skin, his white hair falling messily over his face. He sprinted to your side, dropping to his knees with a graceless thud, his hands hovering over you, trembling with a rare, raw vulnerability. “My dear, you can’t leave me like this,” he whispered, his voice cracking as he gently touched your shoulder, his red eyes wide with panic. “I didn’t mean to— I only wanted you to see, to join me!” His fingers brushed against your arm, his breath hitching as he searched for any sign of life. “You’re too strong for this, aren’t you? You have to be,” he pleaded, pulling your body into his lap to cradle you and check for a pulse.