My Blood Wizard System
The same shard Ketsukagami had shown her stretched into a scene now alive with motion.
There he was: Nico Black. He stood near the fountain, hands raised in a gesture to steady himself, a small circle of friends around him. The demigod moved like a memory trying too hard to be solid—shifting air, a distortion of gravity that made the stones tilt in its wake. Students nearby stumbled, clutching their ears as if sound itself had betrayed them. A sigil flared at ground level, and for a breath, it looked as if it might bite.