### Season 1: Fractured Bonds (Rounds 1-10)
The Aethelion Nexus glowed faintly, its crystalline threads scarred by Yggdrasil's fall. Aetherion, The Eternal Scribe, stood at its heart, his starry form radiating dominion, the Giggling Glove of Cosmic Clownery a quiet hum on his hand. His retainers—Kaelith, Void, Lane, All, and Raoul—flanked him, their loyalty tested by the multiversal audience's fading cheers. Gringo's shadow loomed, his greed plotting.
Aetherion's voice, a resonant chorus, declared, "The second war of Ragnarok is won. The Norn Gods are dust, Deus Ex Machina bows, and the multiverse is mine." Lane stepped forward, his crimson skin tense, orange eyes narrowing. "Yours alone? Your N/A stats mock us, Aetherion. What of those in your shadow?" His envy simmered, a bitter challenge.
Void's deep voice rumbled, "The Anti-Void's remnants call. I can devour them." His obsidian form pulsed with gluttonous hunger. All's 4D hum countered, "Why rush? Let it wait," its sloth delaying action. Void's Void Blade twitched. Kaelith's purple eyes flickered, her lust for control urging, "I'll bind this chaos." Raoul's wrath flared, "You overstep, Kaelith. I trained you, yet I'm ignored!"
Aetherion's pride surged. "Silence! I am The Eternal Scribe—my law stands!" A misfire from the glove sent a cream pie splattering Lane's face—a rare, unintended levity. Lane wiped it off, growling, "Even your errors taunt us." Gringo's whisper slithered into Lane's mind, "Join me. I'll grant you power," his tone briefly glitching into a clownish honk. Lane suppressed a grimace.
The rift pulsed, hinting at trials ahead. The team's fractures deepened—envy, gluttony, sloth, lust, wrath—fueled by Gringo's greed against Aetherion's pride.
END OF SEASON 1