What kind of divine move did Silver Wolf, the renowned player who treats the universe as her playground, pull off in the battle against the Voracity? Allow me to reveal the answer to you...
The Wolf's Hand
A stage script co-written by the Actors in a relay format, depicting a certain facet of the battle to hunt the Voracity from different points of view. After the public performance ends, the writer with the lowest box office earnings will be tasked with hunting down the Troupe Master and hounding her for manuscripts for the coming year.
NARRATOR: During the hunt for the Voracity, Silver Wolf stepped into the Dark Zone, intending to draw in the shadow that obscures the stars.
Curtain rises: the stage is pitch-black. Glowing threads in the back imitate data streams. SILVER WOLF enters.
SILVER WOLF: ...Seriously? This dark?
Overhead lighting. A game console sits in the center of the stage, and a FIGURE WEARING A BLACK MASK sits at a table.
??: Step forward, prisoner of happiness. You boast the cosmos is your playground, so let a game decide who holds sway. Should you win, this world is yours to mold like clay. Should I win, I'll swallow you whole without delay.
SILVER WOLF: You wanna fight? Bring it on.
SILVER WOLF steps forward to battle the BLACK MASK, but is defeated. Canned laughter plays on stage.
??: O fledgling novice. Deem not I remain blind to the thoughts of your mind. Code cannot render a sky full of stars, so how could it ever extinguish their light?
SILVER WOLF: Heh, I don't have time to waste on a trash player. I always win anyway. What's one little tap of a finger?
SILVER WOLF pulls out a cartridge. Transformation effects play on stage, and lights flash wildly. While her opponent is distracted by the effects and caught off guard, SILVER WOLF yanks the stool out from under the BLACK-MASKED FIGURE. The FIGURE hits the floor, and SILVER WOLF claims the victory. (Note: This is cheating. Kids, please don't try this at home.)
??: You blasphemous, irreverent Fool. Dare you invite calamity, staining both desire and delight.
SILVER WOLF: I'm not a Fool, but the ruler of the Dark Zone. You lost to me, so watch your tone. Get off the stage. I've got important things to do.
??: I shall not let your evil deeds prevail. Otherwise, wherefore would the world laugh?
SILVER WOLF: People just laugh when they want to. Dummy.
BLACK MASK exits.
SILVER WOLF: Next up, it's my game.
The glowing threads in the background begin to stir. Curtain falls.