Bestiary
Time Leeches
The Chronicle of Time Leeches
Long before humans measured hours with clocks or tracked days with glowing screens, time was fluid, soft, and generous. Mortals used it to build, to dream, to love. But when the first hourglass cracked, the spilled moments did not fade — they congealed into creatures hungry for the seconds and minutes of others. From that hunger was born the race of Time Leeches.
They are not flesh and blood but parasites stitched from neon screens, endless feeds, and hollow distractions. Each one embodies a different trap for human attention, a prison disguised as pleasure. Their kingdom is not of stone or sugar but of wasted evenings, forgotten goals, and the black holes of scrolling and bingeing.
At their core lies a simple truth: Time Leeches do not kill — they drain. Every click, every like, every “just one more episode” is a tribute paid to them. Humans think they are entertained, informed, or connected. In reality, they are feeding an empire of devourers.
The court of Time Leeches includes:
Long before humans measured hours with clocks or tracked days with glowing screens, time was fluid, soft, and generous. Mortals used it to build, to dream, to love. But when the first hourglass cracked, the spilled moments did not fade — they congealed into creatures hungry for the seconds and minutes of others. From that hunger was born the race of Time Leeches.
They are not flesh and blood but parasites stitched from neon screens, endless feeds, and hollow distractions. Each one embodies a different trap for human attention, a prison disguised as pleasure. Their kingdom is not of stone or sugar but of wasted evenings, forgotten goals, and the black holes of scrolling and bingeing.
At their core lies a simple truth: Time Leeches do not kill — they drain. Every click, every like, every “just one more episode” is a tribute paid to them. Humans think they are entertained, informed, or connected. In reality, they are feeding an empire of devourers.
The court of Time Leeches includes:
Long before humans measured hours with clocks or tracked days with glowing screens, time was fluid, soft, and generous. Mortals used it to build, to dream, to love. But when the first hourglass cracked, the spilled moments did not fade — they congealed into creatures hungry for the seconds and minutes of others. From that hunger was born the race of Time Leeches.
They are not flesh and blood but parasites stitched from neon screens, endless feeds, and hollow distractions. Each one embodies a different trap for human attention, a prison disguised as pleasure. Their kingdom is not of stone or sugar but of wasted evenings, forgotten goals, and the black holes of scrolling and bingeing.
At their core lies a simple truth: Time Leeches do not kill — they drain. Every click, every like, every “just one more episode” is a tribute paid to them. Humans think they are entertained, informed, or connected. In reality, they are feeding an empire of devourers.
The court of Time Leeches includes:
The Chronicle of Saccharide Dominion
Together, they do not conquer lands or thrones — they conquer hours. Every wasted night, every lost morning, every “five more minutes” is their feast.
And so mortals learn too late: in the realm of the Time Leeches, your life is not stolen in blood or fire. It is stolen in silence, while you scroll.
Together, they do not conquer lands or thrones — they conquer hours. Every wasted night, every lost morning, every “five more minutes” is their feast.
And so mortals learn too late: in the realm of the Time Leeches, your life is not stolen in blood or fire. It is stolen in silence, while you scroll.
Together, they do not conquer lands or thrones — they conquer hours. Every wasted night, every lost morning, every “five more minutes” is their feast.
And so mortals learn too late: in the realm of the Time Leeches, your life is not stolen in blood or fire. It is stolen in silence, while you scroll.
Ad Serpent
A serpentine tower of ads and neon banners, coiling around victims until they click themselves into ruin.
SALE! DEAL! CLICK! You can’t resist me!
Ad Serpent
A serpentine tower of ads and neon banners, coiling around victims until they click themselves into ruin.
SALE! DEAL! CLICK! You can’t resist me!
Ad Serpent
A serpentine tower of ads and neon banners, coiling around victims until they click themselves into ruin.
SALE! DEAL! CLICK! You can’t resist me!
Like Maw
A grotesque blob that feeds on hearts and likes, drooling over endless validation. Every tap only fattens his hunger.
More hearts! More! Feed me your empty love!
Like Maw
A grotesque blob that feeds on hearts and likes, drooling over endless validation. Every tap only fattens his hunger.
More hearts! More! Feed me your empty love!
Like Maw
A grotesque blob that feeds on hearts and likes, drooling over endless validation. Every tap only fattens his hunger.
More hearts! More! Feed me your empty love!
Chronochoker
A monstrous hourglass typing endlessly, draining lifetimes into loading screens and pointless loops. His sands are stolen hours.
Loading… always loading… until your life runs out.
Chronochoker
A monstrous hourglass typing endlessly, draining lifetimes into loading screens and pointless loops. His sands are stolen hours.
Loading… always loading… until your life runs out.
Chronochoker
A monstrous hourglass typing endlessly, draining lifetimes into loading screens and pointless loops. His sands are stolen hours.
Loading… always loading… until your life runs out.
Clickcrab
A colossal crustacean covered in pop-ups and neon signs, snapping its claws to lure prey into endless click traps.
CLICK HERE — or regret forever!
Clickcrab
A colossal crustacean covered in pop-ups and neon signs, snapping its claws to lure prey into endless click traps.
CLICK HERE — or regret forever!
Clickcrab
A colossal crustacean covered in pop-ups and neon signs, snapping its claws to lure prey into endless click traps.
CLICK HERE — or regret forever!
Headline Howler
A screaming orb plastered with breaking news, vomiting outrage and panic into every ear. Truth is irrelevant — noise is enough.
Breaking! Urgent! You must panic now!
Headline Howler
A screaming orb plastered with breaking news, vomiting outrage and panic into every ear. Truth is irrelevant — noise is enough.
Breaking! Urgent! You must panic now!
Headline Howler
A screaming orb plastered with breaking news, vomiting outrage and panic into every ear. Truth is irrelevant — noise is enough.
Breaking! Urgent! You must panic now!
Likebound Idol
A chained idol of golden stars and hearts, enslaving itself and others to the prison of approval.
Worship me with your likes, or I vanish!
Likebound Idol
A chained idol of golden stars and hearts, enslaving itself and others to the prison of approval.
Worship me with your likes, or I vanish!
Likebound Idol
A chained idol of golden stars and hearts, enslaving itself and others to the prison of approval.
Worship me with your likes, or I vanish!
Binge Maw
A writhing beast of wires and screens, binging endless shows and streams, hypnotizing prey into sleepless marathons.
Next episode starts in 3…2…1…
Binge Maw
A writhing beast of wires and screens, binging endless shows and streams, hypnotizing prey into sleepless marathons.
Next episode starts in 3…2…1…
Binge Maw
A writhing beast of wires and screens, binging endless shows and streams, hypnotizing prey into sleepless marathons.
Next episode starts in 3…2…1…
Ping Imp
A manic gremlin with bells and endless pings, shrieking every notification into madness. Silence never survives his presence.
PING! PING! You can’t ignore me!
Ping Imp
A manic gremlin with bells and endless pings, shrieking every notification into madness. Silence never survives his presence.
PING! PING! You can’t ignore me!
Ping Imp
A manic gremlin with bells and endless pings, shrieking every notification into madness. Silence never survives his presence.
PING! PING! You can’t ignore me!
Scrollstorm
A whirlwind of feeds and screens, pulling victims into infinite loops of swipes and updates. Escape is impossible once inside his spiral.
Scroll forever, mortal — there’s always one more post.
Scrollstorm
A whirlwind of feeds and screens, pulling victims into infinite loops of swipes and updates. Escape is impossible once inside his spiral.
Scroll forever, mortal — there’s always one more post.
Scrollstorm
A whirlwind of feeds and screens, pulling victims into infinite loops of swipes and updates. Escape is impossible once inside his spiral.
Scroll forever, mortal — there’s always one more post.
Spoiler Herald
A ragged prophet carrying signs of ruined stories, spreading endings before beginnings. Wherever he walks, joy dies in whispers.
Why wait for the end? I’ll spoil it for you now.
Spoiler Herald
A ragged prophet carrying signs of ruined stories, spreading endings before beginnings. Wherever he walks, joy dies in whispers.
Why wait for the end? I’ll spoil it for you now.
Spoiler Herald
A ragged prophet carrying signs of ruined stories, spreading endings before beginnings. Wherever he walks, joy dies in whispers.
Why wait for the end? I’ll spoil it for you now.
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Game Items
Special gear, energy boosts, and training tools designed to support the player in any battle. From sports equipment to supplements, each item enhances strength, focus, and recovery — turning small advantages into decisive victories.
Game Items
Special gear, energy boosts, and training tools designed to support the player in any battle. From sports equipment to supplements, each item enhances strength, focus, and recovery — turning small advantages into decisive victories.
Game Items
Special gear, energy boosts, and training tools designed to support the player in any battle. From sports equipment to supplements, each item enhances strength, focus, and recovery — turning small advantages into decisive victories.
Glazeborns
Long ago, when the world was still plain and dull — when humans survived on bread, water, and faint hope — a great accident changed everything. A drop of molten sugar met a cauldron of boiling oil, and from the furious hiss arose Lord Glaze , the first and greatest of the Glazeborns…
Sugar! Sweet! Carbs! Gimme ALL of it!
Glazeborns
Long ago, when the world was still plain and dull — when humans survived on bread, water, and faint hope — a great accident changed everything. A drop of molten sugar met a cauldron of boiling oil, and from the furious hiss arose Lord Glaze , the first and greatest of the Glazeborns…
Sugar! Sweet! Carbs! Gimme ALL of it!
Glazeborns
Long ago, when the world was still plain and dull — when humans survived on bread, water, and faint hope — a great accident changed everything. A drop of molten sugar met a cauldron of boiling oil, and from the furious hiss arose Lord Glaze , the first and greatest of the Glazeborns…
Sugar! Sweet! Carbs! Gimme ALL of it!