"Obelisk One: Down!"

Helwin watched as the fiery spear spiralled through the air, thinking to himself. "They're gonna do it!"

Audaxor and Bezkon had poured everything into this last strike. Their hands trembled with the strain. The flaming spear flew through the air at blinding speed, piercing the Titan Golem's exposed core.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—crack.

A thunderous sound rang out as the core split open like shattered glass. The golem, once a towering, immovable beast, fell. As its body crumbled into a heap of rubble and dust.

"Boss Defeated: Titan Golem"

Bezkon raised a shaky hand in the air. “We did it! But… I do… feel… a little—”

He collapsed backward, hitting the ground with a solid thump.

“Damn, bro died,” Jovino said, casually crouching next to him.

“Bitch, he’s still breathing,” Audaxor muttered, rolling his eyes as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

“I’ll pick him up,” Helwin said, walking over and gently lifting Bezkon on his back.

“I think I can try some healing magic,” Shin’ō added, placing his hand over Bezkon’s back. A soft glow surrounded his palm, warm and faintly green in hue.

Just then, a low rumble echoed through the chamber. A new door appeared in the stone wall ahead of them, illuminated by glowing runes.

They exchanged glances. No words were needed.

The door creaked open, revealing a long, narrow corridor that seemed to descend into the heart of the obelisk. With cautious steps, the group walked on—Helwin carrying Bezkon, and Shin’ō still focusing his healing magic.

Eventually, Bezkon stirred.

“Yo…” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Did we win?”

“You exploded the boss with Audaxor. You’re a hero,” Helwin said flatly.

Bezkon smirked. “Nice.”

By the time they reached the final chamber, the air had grown colder and eerily still. The walls were layered in ancient circuits and arcane markings, softly humming with energy. In the center of the room, suspended above a glowing platform, was a massive, sky-blue dodecahedron.

It pulsed slowly. Calmly.

A crystalline heart as large as a building, surrounded by floating rings of runes and silent machinery.

Shin’ō stepped forward. “…Is this the core?”

Audaxor nodded. “We should destroy it. This thing is feeding the entire structure.”

One by one, they walked to the base of the floating core and placed their hands on its surface. It was cold—too cold. Like touching still water under moonlight.

They closed their eyes and let their energy flow.

The dodecahedron began to flicker.

Then a jolt.

Cracks appeared.

The platform shook.

“It’s going unstable!” Jovino shouted. “EVERYONE JUMP!”

He slammed his foot on the floor, and a massive platform erupted beneath them, launching them toward an opening in the ceiling.

As they flew up and out into the sky, the world behind them erupted.

BOOM.

The entire obelisk shattered from within. Debris and magical energy exploded like fireworks, coloring the sky with pale blue light and shards of crystal.

The shockwave spread, and from the air, the group watched in stunned silence.

Their town—what once had been home—was now a wasteland of rubble and broken earth. The obelisk’s collapse had turned everything to dust.

But that wasn’t all.

In the distance, rising above mountains and forests, they saw them—other obelisks.

Colossal.

Dozens.

Maybe hundreds.

Like mountain-sized towers sleeping in silence, waiting to awaken.

Shin’ō stared into the horizon. “Obelisk One… down.”

Helwin shielded his eyes from the sun. “Where do we go now?”

Bezkon, still lying on the ground. “We can go to my hometown. It’s safe. Or… safer, at least.”

Audaxor looked back at the ruins of their town, then at the horizon filled with obelisks. “So this… this is the beginning of the Fifth Council.”

Jovino raised an eyebrow. “Are we gonna rule the world or something?”

Shin’ō’s expression turned serious. “No. Not rule… We protect. We’ll protect this Earth… and this new world, with our lives.”



Narration:
"The world has changed. The Balance is gone.""Now, power flows freely—and those who hold it, shape the new age."

As the narration continued, the scene shifted.

Far across the globe, on another continent, smoke and ash blanketed the skies. A battlefield raged between monsters and soldiers.

At its center, sitting on a throne, a towering man with pale blond hair and closed eyes raised his hand forward.

“This is the beginning… of the Empire.”His voice echoed across the war-torn land.

In the east, cherry blossoms burned in the wind. A samurai in bloodied armor stood above a kneeling crowd. In the shadows, a shinobi emerged, blades dripping with crimson.

The camera cut to five men seated in a tent, each one radiating immense power.
“We… the Alliance,” one of them spoke solemnly.

In Central Asia, the ruins of temples glowed with dragon-shaped spirits. Warring dynasties clashed beneath the gaze of divine beasts.

In the West, across vast deserts and forests, elite military units—"The States"—marched under banners of steel and energy.

And deep in the jungles of South America, a 3 elders sat under a tree, surrounded by cloaked sorcerers.

The world was splintering into powers. Kingdoms. Empires.



The final scene returned to the Council—on foot, walking along a cracked asphalt road with backpacks and exhaustion in their eyes.

Shin’ō yawning, stretching. “Aw man… do we really have to go by foot?”