REIGNITED

Through hollow halls of Site Three’s fall, Admin Luke heeds the warning’s call. A shattered world, the silence grim— Yet whispers of chaos beckon him. A banhammer hums with broken light, He grasps—and vanishes from sight. To Banland fire, he’s cast below, Where ruleless rebels freely go. Once punished souls now live unbound, Their laughter shakes the ashen ground. Rescue isn't coming—support is futile, The sky above, a crimson smile. Yet through the blaze he walks alone, To fix the realm once carved in stone. Until he meets, with cautious stance, Draco—the Master of this dance. Will balance rise or crumble away? In Banland’s depths, the Admin stays. For if he fails to turn the tide, No Roblox waits on the other side.