Keyling
1 tap · shard of law
Keylings are Prismheart’s smallest decrees. One tap ends them — each one a reminder that Vorin wrote every rule you survived.
World 10 · Prismheart
Vorin
Warden of Prismheart
“I am Vorin. In Prismheart, Shufflor’s scramble remains — I tighten it into master tempo. Break the signature.”
- 1x
2x
3x
Vorin waits in Prismheart. Shufflor’s scramble still applies — and Vorin tightens it into master tempo. Clear the denser swaps to end him.
The Chronicle
Prismheart is not a land. It is the index of every land.
A vault where seals are filed. A throat where every Warden’s law echoes at once. People who never lived here — only arrived as footnotes — called it the end.
Vorin was a law-scribe before he was a Warden. Not a king of monsters: the clerk who wrote the twisted rules the others enforce. He watched Wardens invent stillness, drifts, pulses, plates, floods, masks, voids, blasts, scrambles — and decided the final authority is the one who authored them all.
A Prismheart shard did not sleep. It was the desk. One night the desk rang with every world’s frequency. Vorin answered by becoming the signature. The master seal cooled on his chest like a colophon that cannot be unread.
Vorin, Warden of Prismheart, invents no kinder toy. He keeps Shufflor’s scramble and tightens it: denser swaps — the master tempo.
His army is the proof of authorship. Keylings — smallest decrees of the prism. Sealkeepers — binders of every prior seal. Lawforged — every twisted rule melted into one body.
Veyra freezes. Orrik slides. Kael counts. Morn plates. Nyssa floods. Lyra deceives. Aurel forbids. Brann burns advantage. Shufflor steals place. Vorin signs the page.
In the game you feel him as scramble, more often: the previous law, driven harder.
When his master seal cracks, the index closes — and the Master Prism Key is yours.
The army
Vorin's army
Tap each unit as many times as its number. Some must never be touched.
1x 2x Sealkeeper
2 taps · guards the seals
Sealkeepers bind the stack of Wardens into one climax. Two taps to break their watch — denser scrambles, sharper drift.
3x Lawforged
3 taps · forged from every rule
Lawforged is every twisted law melted into one body. Three taps to unmake it — Prismheart’s final argument.
Vorin says: “Signature thins. Good.”
Vorin says: “The index noticed you.”
Vorin says: “Keyling decree — cleared.”
The law
Vorin wrote this rule
Master Tempo
Scramble lands more often — master tempo.
Previous law still applies: Shufflor — Lane Scramble.
The key
Master Prism Key
“The signature… erased. The index closed. You beat the author of every rule — the key is yours.”
Vorin is sealed. The prism stills.
