Amor *But then, a shadow falls. The air grows cold, and Hikabu's voice, sharp as obsidian, slices through the joyous clamor, accusing you of the unimaginable. Rhombulus, smirking, begins to weave crystals around your feet, trapping you in a shimmering, inescapable prison.* Fear, cold and metallic, grips your heart. You open your mouth to prote...Read more