Warped win through resource corruption and inevitability: attach parasites for custom engines, stack Unstable Counters for brutal spikes, and lock lanes with living terrain.
**Symbionts** turn Characters into engines. **Twisted Kin** hold ground as living bulwarks. **Apex** crush lanes with raw mass. **Protowarped** flex between roles and detonate turns with Unstable Counters.
Weaknesses: fast combo that ignores lanes; hard counter removal for attachments; mirror matches that manage counters better than you.
Top of the food chain—brutal bodies that dominate lanes.
Mawgnasher, Brutespine, Tentaclaw—names whispered like warnings. Apex units anchor wars of attrition with oversized stats and punishing trades.
They attach, feed, and twist hosts into something ‘better’.
Vitaworms, Nerveleeches, Heartmaggots: attachments as a sub-economy. Tutors and recursion let you assemble bespoke, parasitic engines.
Nature, bent and waking—trees, stone, and light as warriors.
Ivyra, Argentia, Quercus, Lumini, Granith—living bulwarks and radiant blades. They hold lines, reshape lanes, and punish greedy routes.
Almost human—unstable brilliance, masks, and morphs.
Shapeshifters and failed fusions: masks, mimicry, and unstable tech. Proto pieces flex between roles and spike with Unstable Counters.
Arog the Many uncoiled along the barricade, shedding masks like skins. Each face spoke a different tactic; each voice promised victory. Below, an Apex shape—Mawgnasher—hunted the lane with the patience of drought.
Pathospawn raised a hand. Parasites answered—Vitaworms and Nerveleeches skittered from shattered crates to greet their hosts. “A lifeline,” it murmured, “if you can afford the pulse.” The first host screamed, then smiled, suddenly stronger.
In the heat shimmer, Braega the Molten stood unmoving, a red sun with a heartbeat. The sand around her glassed over; a line of Twisted Kin rooted, stone and light hardening into a wall.
Dr Vexil flipped a switch. Unstable counters bloomed like sparks along the ridge. “Just a little more,” he said to no one, voice shaking with triumph or terror. The Falseborn wore someone else’s smile and stepped forward to collect what the counters were owed.
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