Knight Lancelot limped back to his room after a tremendous victory win at Kingswap’s Inaugural Cryptoween Festival. He looked at his face and removed his helmet, feeling a wave of joy and happiness from the hard battle fought earlier in the day. He saw his knees bruised, his ankles hurt and multiple scars and cuts all over his arms, legs and hands. At the same time, he noticed in the Royal Castletown of KingSwap, it was quieter than usual, apart from the scream at the other side of the Castle. An icy cold wind blew across his face. “Ahhhh… this is nice. It has been a long time since I felt such a wind…” Little did he know, on this day as Cryptoween approaches the end of October, strange thin...