Five questions. Four worlds. The Veil is wearing thin. When the Collision
finds you, you may as well know which banner you will fight under.
Answer all five questions: the Night does not care for silence.
Your world has recognized you
Eos
The golden kingdom
“No oath shall break.”
You are one of those who hold. While others chase a new world, you defend the one that exists: not out of nostalgia, but because you gave your word. You know what a wall that will not yield costs, and you pay it every morning, like your Queen.
Your style: territory & defense. Walls, high DEF, units that cannot be turned.
You are momentum. The trap is closing? Then you will have to be fast. Maybe you burn too bright, but between lasting in the dark and blazing your way through, you made your choice long ago, and the whole sea knows your oath.
Your style: aggression & breakthrough. High ATK, speed, a rush for the Nexus.
You know what the others refuse to know: everything ends. You have lived it once already, and you are still marching. You will not be harvested: you will eat the harvest, and your ranks will swell with everything your enemies lose.
Your style: capture & attrition. The pincer, the turning, the enemy's army in your service.
You believe in neither walls, nor momentum, nor hunger: you believe in systems. The end of the world is a process, and a process can be documented, debugged, edited. Even the Harvest, you think, has a flaw.
Your style: spells & control. The rules are only the currently deployed version.