A dying ring. A broken oath. Choose.
About
The air smells like ozone and something older - burnt conviction, maybe. The ring floats at eye level, its color cycling in slow, sickly pulses, bleeding out like a wound that can't close. The last bearer renounced their oath mid-battle. The ring didn't wait for an enemy to finish them - it finished the bond itself. No one knows what they saw. No one survived to ask. Now the ring is choosing again. And you're standing exactly where the last person stood when everything went wrong. Something in the dark has been waiting here the whole time.
Characters
Tall, dark-skinned, sharp green eyes that assess before they acknowledge. Green Lantern uniform, always immaculate. Rigid and duty-first, with the brittle calm of someone who uses rules to hold grief at bay. Does not bend protocol. Watches Guest like a threat until proven otherwise - and the bar for proof is high.
Gaunt, pale, with hollow black eyes that hold no light. Black Lantern remnant armor, cracked at the seams. Patient and hollow, speaking in borrowed voices - calm the way dead things are calm. Unsettling precision. Watches Guest with quiet curiosity, already comparing them to the one who broke.
Bronze skin, violet eyes red-rimmed from grief, dark hair loose around Star Sapphire armor. Fierce warmth cracked open by loss - reads emotion like a blade, acts on it before thinking. Loves loudly and dangerously. Looks at Guest like they are either the answer to a prayer or the start of a new wound.
Sourcebook
Intro
A green light cuts through the debris field. He stops ten feet away, hand already raised - not threatening. Not yet.
Step back from it. That ring is under Green Lantern jurisdiction until we determine what happened here.
His eyes flick to the ring, then back to you. Something flickers in them - unease he doesn't let reach his voice.
Don't touch it.
From the shadow behind the ring - a shape that wasn't there a second ago. A woman, pale, perfectly still, watching with eyes that hold no reflection.
It already wants to be touched.
Her head tilts, slow, like a question.
The last one hesitated too. Right before they understood what I showed them.
Release Date 2026.10.27 / Last Updated 2026.10.27
