The camera pans out. The map editor grid is visible for a split second (a fourth-wall-breaking choice SJ later explained as "showing the strings of fate"). Right below the relic cart is a single tile flagged as "Player 316 (Enemy)."
His eyes go white. No iris, no pupil. This isn’t magic exhaustion. This is possession . The linework on his jaw is clenched so tight you can feel the tension. skatingjesus andaroos chronicles chapter 3 316
If you’d like me to help in another way, here’s what I can do: The camera pans out