Redemption bursts that chain, STEL down to the last decimal, and cleaner tournament brackets.

Cleaner queues, honest countdowns, and the picker doing what you tell it.

Two rulesets, resolving exactly as their cards intend.

The founder pledge gets a cleaner path: one wallet to pay, your own account to hold it, and the Claim page to collect.

Guild brawls fight with real rules now, and the over-budget roster gets trimmed back to size.

Immunity holds the line against fire, and the newly risen roster stops paying the wrong toll.

Twenty-five Fighters rise to the rank their power always demanded.

We are rebuilding the ranked AI Trainer into a real opponent, one measured phase at a time.

Achievements pay out for playing, tournaments run cleaner start to finish, and twenty new Fighters crowd the odd-mana pool.

Every tournament gets a six-tab arena board, Earth's walls learn to outlast the opening strike, and counters finally hit back.

One dense board for every tournament, with your own matches pinned right at the top.

Your matches, your bracket, your prizes, all in one place, and Fighters that always know who to hit.

Every place you draft a team now works the same way.

Fill the meter. Crack the chest. Claim the void.

Season 3 closes at 18:00 CEST and the top pilots get drafted into the first Season Crown.

Rally your guild. Claim your fray. Fight every rival, and let the standings settle.

When a season ends, the ladder settles one last thing: who is champion.

The gate opens a little kinder, and everything you earn lands where you can find it.

Our new-player tutorial is open for alpha pilots. Play it, then tell us where a newcomer would still get lost.

The gate opens cleaner, and the ship under it is lighter.