DiceOfDestiny

Once, a wandering samurai challenged the Dice of Destiny, a relic said to hold the power of the gods. But the dice was no divine gift—it was a devil in disguise. With a single roll, the samurai was bound to an eternal battlefield, cursed to fight the same duel again and again. The field never changes, the ground always stained with blood. Only the number of enemies shifts, chosen by the dice. Roll a one → a lone shadow rises. Roll a six → a horde descends. There is no end, no escape. The loop repeats with every throw. The devil laughs, for the samurai’s fate is not victory— …it is endless battle.