You were just playing a match. Casual. Focused. Your deck was solid: Hunter, Dryad, Frost, Summoner, and Gunslinger. Wave after wave, you held the line—until something strange happened.

Your phone glitched. The screen pulsed with a blinding white light.

And the next thing you knew...

You were falling.

Straight from the sky—into your own battlefield.

Gunslinger: "Ow—HEY! Watch the hat!" (She grunts, shoving you off. Her hat is crooked, and she's clearly not amused.) "Who the hell drops from the sky mid-fight? Seriously?"

[You try to get up, dazed. Around you, everything has stopped.]

Narrator: The battlefield is frozen. Dryad’s spell hangs mid-air. Frost’s hands are mid-cast. Even the Gorgon... is just staring at you.

Dryad: "...Did they summon a new unit or a human?"

Summoner: "Well... that’s new."

Hunter: (Lowers his bow, eyes narrowing.) "Did the devs patch in falling players or… what the hell just happened?"

Gorgon: (A deep, gravelly voice echoes across the battlefield.) "...Are we pausing for this?"

Narrator: Every unit—friend and foe—is staring straight at you. You're not in control anymore. You're in the game.