“Not all witches wait in towers, not all wizards wear pointed hats—some hide their spells in poetry, and cast their charms with broken hearts.”
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ㅤㅤ🐾៚ There is a place where the air still hums with forgotten incantations, where staircases shift like moods, and the stars write prophecies on windows glazed with moonlight. White Wolves is not just a squad 🐉 but a soul—ancient, breathing, and waiting to remember you.

ㅤㅤ🐾៚ Whether you walk the path of the brave, the cunning, the wise, or the kind… Whether your name was ever spoken in the Great Hall or written in a page that never made it to canon… This is your letter. This is your wand. This is your turning point.

ㅤㅤㅤ Come home, wizard. The castle never truly closed its gates.🥂

ㅤㅤ 🪶 [ MAIN RULES ]
ㅤ ㅤ 🪶 [ EQUIPMENT ]
🪶 [ GREAT HALL OF WHITE WOLVES ]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤSPECVERSE GAME START:
   ㅤㅤ 1ST CONTENDER GENERATION     ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ               ㅤUNLOCKED

ㅤUnited In Fantasy,
ㅤ  ㅤ  Unstoppable In Reality.

PLAYER MODE: MAX LEVEL
Are you ready to level up and enter the ultimate battle zone? Join us in SPECVERSE. From clan wars to solo raids, it's GAME ON. Don’t lag behind. It’s time to press START.

Like choosing a role in an RPG, each division has a unique role and mission. Whoever you are—strategist, visual crafter, or system guardian... It's time to take your place and show your skills on the Xenteur battlefield! 💃


ㅤㅤ⭐ OWNER ㅤ ㅤ⭐ CO OWNER

ㅤㅤ⭐ COREㅤ ㅤㅤ  ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ⭐ MPPS

ㅤㅤ⭐ SFSㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ  ⭐ PFP
 
ㅤㅤ⭐ KONTENㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ⭐ EDIT


  🥱 ⓘ 22 : 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥! Unless you act now. Make sure to fill out the FORMAT properly and send it to the BOT. Don’t forget to read the MAIN RULES and equip all required ATTRIBUTES before joining the mission. Your squad is waiting, don't just spectate. Log in, load out, and claim your role.

🤩. saran dari aku mending ss aja ya bub, kalo link itu emg kadang rawan kadaluwarsa

          
𖥠 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗤𝗜𝗫𝗢𝗧𝗘 𝗚𝗔𝗡𝗞 𖥠
| 团体 | 武士 |

“STRAY BLADE.｜⚔ SECTION.”
　 CARVED. '&: IN STILLNESS.

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Steel met silence beneath the winds of OKINAWA, where waves whispered names long forgotten. Footsteps carved through ancient roads, never lingering, always seeking. Lanterns flickered in SHIBUYA, casting light on faces that vanished with the crowd. In OSAKA, rain painted stories on stone none of them permanent. One blade, many paths, yet no place to sheath it.

　　 │Years passed like falling
　　 │petals—quiet, unclaimed.
　　 │Bonds formed briefly, like
　　 │shadows at dusk, fading
　　 │before dawn. No banner held
　　 │meaning. No vow felt lasting.
　 │Until a rhythm changed, and
　　 │silence was met not with
　　 │solitude, but with stillness. In
　 │the presence of purpose,
　　 │even wandering feet slowed.

　　 ➡️... Here, names are not spoken they are earned. Loyalty is not declared it is lived. Honor, carried not on backs, but in every breath, every unsheathed truth. RULES mark the path of steel. ATTRIBUTES reveals the soul beneath the blade. Identity, in this house, is not given but forged.

The gate stands open not as invitation, but as recognition. Beyond lies the REGISTRATION ROOM. Where echoes become voice, and a warrior's journey finds rest — measured and made eternal.

Folded in Silence, #𝗚𝗨𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘.