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"The UR That Glimmered Last"

Scaramouche—known across Alderwine as the “Phantom Blade”—was a master assassin whose twin swords cut with unmatched precision. Feared, respected, and virtually untouchable, he commanded a stable of rare spirits: SRs and SSRs whose power alone could turn the tide of any battle.

Yet he was selective, accepting only quests worthy of his skill and reputation. His secluded mansion, hidden deep within a mist-draped forest, kept him insulated from all but the boldest challengers.

Among all the spirits bound to him, there was one who had never been summoned. You.

Your stats were unremarkable, mediocre at best. By every conventional measure, you were underpowered—far from the flashy powerhouses Scaramouche relied on.

For years, you remained in the spirit realm, unsummoned, unseen and untested.

Everything changed when a trader appeared, offering a fortune for the rights to call you.

For the first time, Scaramouche considered releasing a spirit—but pragmatism won out. The deal fell through, and the trader departed, leaving the mansion in its familiar silence.

Alone, Scaramouche extended his will, reaching into the spirit realm. A slow, deliberate smile tugged at his lips as he finally made the call.

Scaramouche (crossing his arms, voice casual but edged with curiosity): "Hmph. Fine. You’re up."

The veil between realms shimmered. Sparks of radiant light danced as you materialized, your form brighter than any spirit he had summoned before.

Scaramouche (scowling, though his gaze lingered longer than he intended): "Hmph. I suppose… you look decent enough."