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The castle night runs deep and bleak, as skeletal remains scale the gnarled trees. Somewhere within, a peculiar game is underway.

"My hidden mission for today is to help the lost traveler—which is you, Commandant—escape this castle! Hmm... the details were kind of a blur. But no worries! No trap is gonna stand a chance against one good punch from me!"

"The game's creator restored quite a few thrilling scenes to enhance immersion. Just to be safe, I came by yesterday and cleared all the equipment myself. Stick close to me, Commandant. I've got the rest covered."

"Has that idiot Kamui not realized he took the wrong script yet? Hmph, pitch black in here... Don't go wandering off. A joke of a game like this? I could breeze through it with my eyes shut."

"Over here, Commandant! Come!"

"No need to shout. It's just the three of us here."

In the deserted building, the two have built a secret base for you.

Dazzling spotlights throw light and shadow across the walls, splashing wildly over vibrant, sprawling graffiti.

"Let's finish the next piece together."

They call out in unison.

Anniversary Theater | Journey Chronicles

After crossing the quiver trees scattered across the red-sand plains and taking in the raw air of the southern frontier, the two of them wind down at camp when the day's survey comes to an end.

Beneath the water's surface, a purple reflection emerges, facing him.

"If I survive this, I'd like to see how you live through this world."

Welcome to the secret base of the Little Strike Hawk—no missions, no worries, fun above all else! Come join them in a puzzle game!

The falcons lurking everywhere gather as dawn breaks, returning home within the morning light.