This story is a work of fan fiction.

Similarities between characters or events to persons living or dead in both your world and theirs are purely coincidental.

Only those who have agreed to the above have the privilege of partaking in this game. Otherwise, I must ask you to leave.

...The contract has been sealed.

The world is not as it once was, nor as it should be. It's filled with distortion, and "ruin" can no longer be avoided.

Those who oppose fate and desire change... From time to time, as you may know, they were referred to as Tricksters.

A new breed of Tricksters have risen up, much like the sun on the dawn of the new era that is present. Now is the time for them to rise against the abyss of distortion.

Earth, still recovering from a grave travesty and loss, has found itself caught in a rigged game between higher powers. People with gifts those have only dreamed of mere years before are spreading amongst the mortal population. The world has regained a team of defenders to act as a global armor against the next greatest threat. And yet...

And...yet...