The dark took Rudra the same quiet way it always did, and when it let him see again, he stood once more in the small grey room, four tiles glowing where five had once hung.
[Choose one deck to rebuild. This process cannot be reversed.]
Pulse Breaker. Echo Mayhem. Boarding Party. Ghost Fleet.
He read them over slowly, without the urgency his first rebuild had carried. No fresh loss was pushing him toward an answer this time. This time the choice was about what had never once asked enough of him.
His eyes settled on Pulse Breaker, and he thought of every wall he'd ever raised, every hit he'd ever simply absorbed and let go of the moment it was over.
"A wall only ever does one thing," he said slowly. "It stops something, and then it's finished. I've spent a career pretending that was enough."
"Pulse Breaker," he said, and touched the tile.
[Pulse Breaker: erased.]
