Chapter 1

 Season Two – Singular Scene: “The One Who Floats Between Worlds”
Location: Castle Hall of the Kingdom of the Rising Dragon

Kagayaku lies in a coma, suspended inside a tempered glass cylinder, submerged in elven water infused with medicinal herbs. The surroundings watch. The judgment is not over.

The castle hall, once a stage for coronations and trials, now breathes like an improvised sanctuary.
The torches flicker with blue fire.
The obsidian columns seem to lean toward the center, where the crystalline cylinder floats.

Inside, Kagayaku—missing his left arm—remains suspended in the luminous liquid.
His white hair, spread like a veil, sways with each pulse of energy.
The medicinal herbs move as if conscious, caressing his wounds, searching for his soul.

His golden eyes are closed, but they vibrate with a light that does not belong to this plane.
The elven water glows in shades of green, blue, and gold.
Each rising bubble seems to carry a fragment of memory.

The silence is absolute.
The castle listens.
The world waits.

DIRECTOR (contained melancholy)
— “There’s no progress…”

MAGE 1 (reverent awe)
— “The elven water… it responds to him.”

MAGE 2 (sincere concern)
— “His body is here. But his soul… isn’t.”

MAGE 3 (broken voice)
— “The herbs aren’t healing. They’re searching. As if trying to cling to what’s left of him…”

ELVEN SERVANT (timid hope, trembling voice)
— “In the Elven Kingdom… there are places where healing doesn’t depend on flesh.
Maybe… maybe they can help him there.”

MAGE 5 (firm voice, tinged with sorrow)
— “The King of the Rising Dragon has already decided.
He will pay for everything…”

KAGAYAKU (unconscious, but vibrating)
— …

He doesn’t speak.
He doesn’t move.
But the cylinder trembles.
A wave of golden light ripples through the water.
The herbs stir.
The crystal’s runes flicker.
The entire castle rumbles for a moment.
As if something inside him had responded.

Not with words.
With will.

Magic does not awaken him.
But the world feels… he is still fighting.

Chapter – “The Carriage Carries No Bodies, Only Promises”
Location: Crown Hall – Kingdom of the Rising Dragon

Kagayaku lies suspended in a crystal cylinder, submerged in elven water with medicinal herbs.
The King decides.
Three women break protocol.
The director warns.
No one backs down.

Meanwhile, in another plane, Kagayaku fights—without voice, without magic, without a complete body… but with judgment.

The hall is dim.
The blue fire torches flicker as if uncertain.
The obsidian columns vibrate with a magic that does not obey.
The crystal cylinder floats at the center, held by ancient runes that barely glow.

Inside, Kagayaku remains motionless, his body suspended in the healing liquid, his left arm absent, his chest barely rising.

The medicinal herbs stir as if searching for something deeper than flesh.
The air smells of incense, of desperation, of something about to break.

KING OF THE RISING DRAGON (voice like contained thunder)
— “Knights… prepare the ceremonial carriage.
Young Kagayaku will be taken to the Elven Kingdom.”

The knights bow.
But before they leave, three figures step forward.
They do not ask permission.
They do not explain.
They do not hesitate.

SEITOSHI (voice like ice cracking from within)
— “I’ll go.”

PRINCESS OF THE ICE KINGDOM (gaze like a storm that never falls)
— “Me too.”

DIRECTOR (voice like stone falling into black water)
— “The path is not a journey.
It’s dangerous…”

The three do not respond.
They don’t need to.
Their eyes ask for no permission.
They are decision.

The King does not argue.
The carriage will be prepared.
The three will go.
No one can stop what has already been decided.

 Scene – Spiritual Plane

There is no sky.
No ground.
Only hardened flesh, hot ash, and shadows dripping hatred.

Kagayaku does not speak.
He does not breathe.
He only destroys.

His white hair, soaked in blood, falls over his face like a curtain of war.
His golden eyes shine with silent rage.
His left arm… is gone.
Only a bleeding void remains.

In his right hand, he grips a broken femur, sharpened into a crude spike.
It is not a weapon.
It is judgment.

Before him… fifty demons.
And he… advances.

DEMON 1 (voice like a rusted blade)
— “With a bone? With one arm?
What do you think you’ll break us with?”

DEMON 2 (laughter like shattered glass)
— “You don’t even bleed like the living!
You’re an echo!
A shadow refusing to die!”

DEMON 3 (voice like screaming wind)
— “What do you have left?!
What holds you up?!
Why do you keep going?!”

KAGAYAKU (absolute silence)
— …

He does not answer.
He doesn’t need to.

The femur cracks.
The first falls.
Then the second.
Then ten.
Then twenty.

Each strike breaks bones, tears flesh, erases names.
The plane trembles.
The walls bleed.
The shadows retreat.

He does not scream.
He exists.

His breath is invisible,
but his will is a roar.

Each step he takes,
each demon that falls,
is a declaration:
“I’m not finished.”

The femur splinters.
His body breaks.
But his soul… does not yield.

 SCENE – “High Loyalty to the Hero Who Never Asked to Be One”
The world bows. The carriage waits. The choral judgment begins.

Wooden wheels creak over damp earth.
The horses, already harnessed, breathe solemnly.
The ceremonial carriage, covered in ancient runes, halts before the crowd.
Five knights approach the floating altar.
With steady hands, they lift the crystal cylinder.

Inside, Kagayaku floats.
In a coma.
Missing his left arm.
His white hair moves as if still dreaming.

—

SEITOSHI (contained silence)
— …

She climbs into the carriage.
Sits behind the cylinder.
She doesn’t touch it.
She doesn’t look at it.
She simply accompanies it.

In front of the carriage, hundreds from the Ice Kingdom gather.
Adults.
Children.
Warriors.
Healers.
All those Kagayaku saved.

First, they raise their right fists to the sky.
Then, they lower them to their chests.
Finally, they kneel.

—

ICE KINGDOM CROWD (choral devotion)
— “High loyalty to the hero who lost his arm for us!”

From the terraces of the Rising Dragon Academy, students watch.
All houses are present:

· VALDRAK — leadership, fire, war

· NYLSHAR — mist, stealth, vision

· EZURAN — water, healing, memory

· KHELVAR — stars, destiny, judgment

· MIRENDAL — structure, strategy, balance

—

THARION (silent respect)
— “This is how a world says goodbye… when it recognizes the one who held it up.”

—

HAELROS (contained emotion)
— “There is no glory here. Only truth.”

Among the crowd, Kagayaku’s companions watch.
They do not kneel.
They already bowed to him… in battle.

—

MIRAEL DUNE (emotional tremor)
— “There are no words that suffice.”

—

KORRIN DHAL (mute desperation)
— “If you don’t wake up… the world won’t know how to go on.”

The carriage does not depart yet.
Because the world… still mourns.
Because the hero… still bleeds.
Because loyalty… still burns.

And deep within the cylinder, a bubble of light forms.
Small.
Fragile.
As if Kagayaku’s soul… were responding.

 SCENE – “The Presence That Breaks the Day”
The carriage moves. The soul speaks. The kingdom responds. And the sky yields.

The royal carriage glides along the enchanted stone path.
The horses, with silver manes and eyes of fire, pull with solemnity.
Behind the enchanted glass, Seitoshi and the Ice Princess sit like living statues.
One on each side.
Kagayaku, in the middle, lies motionless.
But his soul… awakens.

Eight knights of the Rising Dragon march with ritual precision.
Three elite mages walk behind, their cloaks billowing with contained magic.
They do not protect the body.
They protect destiny.

—

 Spiritual Plane – Inside Kagayaku
All is mist.
All is echo.
But within the haze…
Voices.
Voices of the people.
Voices of the kingdom.
Voices that should not reach him… but do.

—

KAGAYAKU (melancholy, trembling)
— “Why do I hear their voices…? But…”
— “Even if the world breaks and darkness claims me, I will rise from this abyss…”
— “Because no matter how much it hurts, I still have something to finish…”
— “And all those I love… for whom I must fight.”

—

And then… in reality…
The Kingdom of the Rising Dragon trembles.
The towers shake.
The rivers halt.
The birds fall silent.

A golden shield envelops the kingdom.
Not as defense.
As response.

Flowers bloom in the fields.
Trees fill with fruit as if celebrating something that hasn’t yet happened.
Children feel warmth in their chests.
Elders cry without knowing why.

—

And then… the sky darkens.
It is not an eclipse.
It is not a storm.
It is an omen.

A star appears.
Visible.
Impossible.
Four-pointed.

· The top and bottom points are long, like spears piercing the firmament.

· The side points are short, like held breaths.

· Its color: deep black, with white edges that vibrate as if alive.

· And the most impossible: it appears in broad daylight.

In the Council Tower, the Kingdom’s Director and Master Tharion watch in silence.
Their faces show no fear.
They show recognition.

—

 Inside Seitoshi – Thought
SEITOSHI (reverent awe)
— “This is the presence of my master Kagayaku…”
— “A power… so vast… that the sky bows…”
— “…and the kingdom blooms in his pain.”

 SCENE – “A Day of Journey, and a World Still Trembling”
The star remains. The carriage moves. The sisters embrace. Seitoshi watches. The princess sleeps. Kagayaku… still does not wake.

The four-pointed star remains suspended in the sky, visible even under the sun.
Black, with white edges.
Silent.
Inexplicable.
As if the universe left it there… to remind us that something is happening that cannot be stopped.

—

A day of journey has passed.
The ceremonial carriage moves along the enchanted paths connecting the Kingdom of the Rising Dragon to the Elven territories.
Wooden wheels creak over the earth.
The horses, tireless, pull with steady rhythm.
The air is dense.
The magic… silent.

Inside the carriage, Kagayaku floats in the crystal cylinder.
His body remains in a coma.
His left arm absent.
His white hair moves as if still dreaming.

Beside him, the Ice Princess sleeps.
Her breath is calm, but her hand rests near the crystal.
As if her magic were connected to him… even in dreams.

Behind the carriage, Seitoshi walks with firm steps.
Her red eyes shine intensely.
Her light gray hair falls like silk over her shoulders.
Her golden horns reflect the sunlight.
Her white dress billows with each step.
Her pale skin seems almost translucent under the light.
But her gaze… watches.

—

SEITOSHI (silent alert)
— …

She does not speak.
She does not need to.
Her senses are extended.
Every branch.
Every shadow.
Every vibration in the ground.
Everything that moves… she feels.

At the front of the carriage, the three elite mages march with their staffs lit.
Their robes flutter with magical breeze.
Their eyes do not blink.
They do not guide.
They protect.

On either side, the eight knights of the Rising Dragon advance with discipline.
Their armor gleams.
Their swords remain sheathed, but their hands do not relax.
They do not escort.
They guard.

—

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of the Rising Dragon…
The world still trembles.

 SCENE – “High Loyalty to the Hero Who Never Asked to Be One”
The world bows. The carriage waits. The choral judgment begins.

Wooden wheels creak over damp earth.
The horses, already harnessed, breathe solemnly.
The ceremonial carriage, covered in ancient runes, halts before the crowd.
Five knights approach the floating altar.
With steady hands, they lift the crystal cylinder.

Inside, Kagayaku floats.
In a coma.
Missing his left arm.
His white hair moves as if still dreaming.

—

SEITOSHI (contained silence)
— …

She climbs into the carriage.
Sits behind the cylinder.
She doesn’t touch it.
She doesn’t look at it.
She simply accompanies it.

In front of the carriage, hundreds from the Ice Kingdom gather.
Adults.
Children.
Warriors.
Healers.
All those Kagayaku saved.

First, they raise their right fists to the sky.
Then, they lower them to their chests.
Finally, they kneel.

—

ICE KINGDOM CROWD (choral devotion)
— “High loyalty to the hero who lost his arm for us!”

From the terraces of the Rising Dragon Academy, students watch.
All houses are present:

· VALDRAK — leadership, fire, war

· NYLSHAR — mist, stealth, vision

· EZURAN — water, healing, memory

· KHELVAR — stars, destiny, judgment

· MIRENDAL — structure, strategy, balance

—

THARION (silent respect)
— “This is how a world says goodbye… when it recognizes the one who held it up.”

—

HAELROS (contained emotion)
— “There is no glory here. Only truth.”

Among the crowd, Kagayaku’s companions watch.
They do not kneel.
They already bowed to him… in battle.

—

MIRAEL DUNE (emotional tremor)
— “There are no words that suffice.”

—

KORRIN DHAL (mute desperation)
— “If you don’t wake up… the world won’t know how to go on.”

The carriage does not depart yet.
Because the world… still mourns.
Because the hero… still bleeds.
Because loyalty… still burns.

And deep within the cylinder, a bubble of light forms.
Small.
Fragile.
As if Kagayaku’s soul… were responding.

 SCENE – “Judgment from the Heavens”
While the physical world bleeds in secrets and fears…
from another singular perspective,
in a place distant yet close to the dead…
the sky breathes.

There are no clouds.
No stars.
Only colossal pillars of smooth concrete,
covered in golden runes that pulse like ancient hearts.

Millions of celestial entities gather, not in chaos, but in absolute order:

· Angels

· Archangels

· Seraphim

· Cherubim

· Thrones

· Dominions

· Virtues

· Powers

· Principalities

Their wings stretch like oceans of light.
Their eyes do not blink.
Their songs do not sound.
Because today… they do not sing.
Today, they wait.

Among them, five figures descend.
Five angels who do not forget.
The ones who, years ago, revived young Kagayaku after he was stabbed by a dark mage.
They did not save him by command.
They saved him by conviction.

· Wings white as snow.

· Hair golden as the sun.

· Eyes sky blue like dawn.

They form a circle.
Not to protect.
But to witness.

—

And then… He appears.
A round, luminous beam of light descends from above.
At its center, a sky-blue eye,
surrounded by a crown of golden fire,
with points and thorns spinning like living constellations.
On each side, two luminous wings,
that do not flap…
they breathe.

—

GOD (a voice not heard, but felt)
— “I grant you the blessing to end evil…”
— “Not as a savior… but as judgment.”
— “May your breath shatter curses…”
— “And your gaze consume darkness…”

The golden runes shine intensely.
The pillars tremble.
The angels bow their heads.
The five who revived him close their eyes.
And the sky-blue eye… sheds light.

In the physical plane, inside the cylinder…
Kagayaku’s golden eyes tremble.
They do not open.
But they respond.

 SCENE – “The Silence Before Level 3”
Two worlds. Two rhythms. One soul preparing to break everything.

—

REAL PLANE – The Ice Kingdom’s Carriage
Wooden wheels creak over cracked earth.
The horses, tireless, pull with steady rhythm.
The air is dense.
The magic… silent.

Inside the carriage, Kagayaku floats in the crystal cylinder.
His body remains in a coma.
His left arm… absent.
His white hair moves as if still dreaming.
The healing herbs and elven water bubble with a faint pulse.
As if the cylinder breathes with him.

—

ICE KINGDOM PRINCESS (connected dream)
— …

She sleeps beside him.
Her breath is calm, but her hand rests near the crystal.
Her magic extends like invisible threads.
As if her soul were tied to Kagayaku’s.
As if, in dreams, she protected him.

—

SEITOSHI (silent alert)
— …

She walks behind the carriage.
Her red eyes shine intensely.
Her light gray hair falls like silk over her shoulders.
Her golden horns reflect the sunlight.
Her white dress billows with each step.
Her pale skin seems almost translucent in the light.
But her gaze… watches.

She does not speak.
She does not need to.
Her senses are extended.
Every branch.
Every shadow.
Every vibration in the ground.
Everything that moves… she feels.

—

THREE ELITE MAGES (magical rhythm)
— …

They march at the front of the carriage.
Their staffs lit.
Their robes flutter with magical breeze.
Their eyes do not blink.
They do not guide.
They protect.

—

EIGHT KNIGHTS OF THE RISING DRAGON (living discipline)
— …

They advance on either side.
Their armor gleams.
Their swords remain sheathed, but their hands do not relax.
They do not escort.
They guard.

—

 INTERNAL PLANE – The Labyrinth Between Life and Death
As the carriage moves, Kagayaku awakens in the plane of judgment.
Surrounded by shredded demons, the air smells of old blood and broken magic.
The ground is flesh.
The sky is stone.
And the Labyrinth… breathes.

Kagayaku rises.
His left arm… severed.
His right hand… steady.
His eyes… closed, but burning.

Before him, the corpse of a demon leader.
A medieval armor, electric red, with plates that seem to pulse.
As if the metal still hungered.

—

KAGAYAKU (no voice, only action)
— …

He puts on the torso piece.
The metal adjusts as if it recognizes him.
Then, the shin and leg guards.
He fastens them with brutal precision.
His severed arm… only supports.
As if saying: “I don’t need to be whole to destroy.”

Finally, he takes a blood-red mask, with fangs and teeth carved from bone.
He places it over his mouth.
Not to protect.
But to declare war.

—

ENTITY OF 50 EYES (voice that needs no mouth)
— “It seems… you adapt well to battle.”

The eyes spin.
Some cry.
Others laugh.
All watch.

—

KAGAYAKU (wearing the mask, voice that breaks the plane)
— “I’m ready for Level 3…”

The labyrinth opens.
The judgment intensifies.

 SCENE – “The Dawn That Laughs”
The night broke without warning.
Dawn began as a shattered whisper.
The path became a blanket of dense mist—
sticky, alive, as if the world breathed beneath the soil.

The carriage wheels stopped.
The air thickened.
And then…
laughter.
Thousands.
Sharp.
Cruel.
As if the mist mocked the living.

—

KNIGHT 1 (absolute panic)
— “They’re everywhere! I can’t see them!”

—

GUARD MAGE (magical alert)
— “Defensive formation! Protect the cylinder!”

From the mist, one by one, demons emerge.
Small.
Deformed.
Numerous.
Mouths agape.
Eyes hollow.
Claws trembling with hunger.

—

SEITOSHI (unleashed fury)
— “Don’t hide behind the mist!”

Two demons leap.
She grabs them mid-air.
Squeezes.
Shreds.
The mist stains red.

Without hesitation, she dives in.
Not as a victim.
But as a living storm.
Inside, she tears apart every creature that dares approach—
with her bare hands.

—

KNIGHT 2 (paralyzed terror)
— “What is that?! It’s huge!”

A minotaur emerges.
Gigantic.
Wielding a black axe.
Red eyes.
Breath like fire.
The mist writhes at its steps.

—

SEITOSHI (busy, gasping)
— “I can’t handle them all at once!”

Inside the cylinder,
Kagayaku fights.
But not here.
In a labyrinth.
He screams.
He bleeds.
He endures.
The walls close in.
The ground cracks.
Darkness calls him.

In reality,
the minotaur raises its axe.
Three knights—
on the verge of death.

—

KAGAYAKU’S CYLINDER (sudden glow)
— …

From the ground, the air, the carriage itself…
ferocious roots emerge.
Twenty at once.
They impale the minotaur.
Lift it.
Tear it apart.
And ten nearby demons—
are dragged and crushed.

—

KNIGHT 3 (total astonishment)
— “He saved us… without being awake!”

—

SEITOSHI (pausing)
— “…Kagayaku.”

—

ICE PRINCESS (moved)
— “He’s alive!”

Everyone turns to the cylinder.
The elven water still vibrates.
The crystal… stops glowing.

—

KAGAYAKU (in coma, stable)
— …

Missing his left arm.
His white hair…
swaying with the subtle movements of the water.
As if still dreaming.
As if still fighting.
As if still… responding.

—

 SCENE – “The Kingdom That Bows to the Unknown”

The carriage moves through whispers of branches and wind.
The wheels creak over ancient earth.
The air thickens with magic that does not belong to this forest.

Inside the crystal cylinder,
Kagayaku floats,
unconscious,
his body wounded,
his white hair suspended like threads of moonlight.

—

SEITOSHI (gazing at the cylinder with tenderness)
— “There’s still something of him… he still vibrates.”

—

ICE PRINCESS (soft voice, almost a sigh)
— “He’s not lost. Not while the world reacts.”

—

KNIGHT 1 (fixed gaze)
— “He saved us. And now… someone must save him.”

After hours of travel,
the path ends.
Before them, a colossal mountain,
covered in silver mist.
No trails.
Only living stone.

And then…
seven nearby trees tremble.
Their trunks glow with liquid green light.
Branches twist.
Roots rise.
And from them emerge seven elven knights.

Metallic green armor with platinum.
Spears like vegetal lightning.
Long ears.
Eyes green as ancient jungles.

—

ELVEN KNIGHT 1 (voice like wind through leaves)
— “Who are you? Why have you come here?”

The three elite mages step forward.
Their robes ripple with respect.
Their staffs glow with blue light.

—

ELITE MAGE 1 (deep reverence)
— “We come seeking help.
This young man… faced a being from the abyss.
He survived… but barely.
He needs healing.
Please…”

The elves tremble.
Their expressions change.
Silence falls like a veil.

—

ELVEN KNIGHT 3 (grave voice)
— “From the abyss…?
That word is not spoken here…”

One of the elves extends his hands.
He conjures.
The ground trembles.
The mountain opens slowly.
Gigantic doors of stone and light are revealed.

—

The Elven Kingdom

The seven elven knights personally escort
Seitoshi,
the Ice Princess,
the three elite mages,
and the knights of the Rising Dragon.
The carriage moves between them.
The cylinder with Kagayaku…
center of the procession.

Upon crossing the gates,
the world changes.
The Elven Kingdom is a symphony of living nature.
Homes carved into giant trees,
bridges of intertwined roots,
fountains of luminous water that sing as they fall.

The air smells of flowers,
of magic,
of life.

Elven merchants walk in soft robes,
children play among floating gardens,
and the trees whisper as if greeting.

But then…
silence.
As if the entire Kingdom held its breath.

And in that instant…
all the flowers bloom.
Larger.
More vibrant.
More beautiful.

The ground is covered in the finest green grass,
as if the entire Kingdom bowed to Kagayaku’s arrival.

—

Reactions from the Elven People

—

ELVEN GIRL (stopping abruptly)
— “Why are the flowers blooming like this? They never all bloom together…”

—

YOUNG MERCHANT (looking at the grass beneath his feet)
— “This isn’t normal. The ground… feels new. Like it was just born.”

—

ELVEN ELDER (with trembling voice)
— “The last time the Kingdom reacted like this… was when the Forest Guardian was born.”

—

ELVEN GUARD (watching the carriage with suspicion)
— “What are they carrying? What kind of creature causes this… without saying a word?”

—

ELVEN CHILD (whispering to his mother)
— “Is he asleep? Is the grass dreaming with him?”

—

YOUNG ELF WOMAN (to her friend)
— “Did you see how the knights escort him?
Who is that young man?
Is he alive?”

And so,
the procession continues.
Not as a visit.
But as a revelation.

 END OF SCENE – “The Kingdom That Bows to the Unknown”

 SCENE – “The Young Man Who Makes the Path Bloom”

The carriage moves slowly,
escorted by the guardians of the Realm,
but no one looks at the swords or the banners.
Everyone looks behind…
There, inside the cylinder, Kagayaku floats—
the young man with white hair,
skin pale as dawn,
missing his left arm,
wrapped in elven water infused with healing herbs.

His body seems asleep,
but his presence…
awakens something deeper.

The path traveled by the carriage
transforms before the eyes of the people.
The flowers along the edges,
withered by heat,
by time,
by war…
begin to bloom again.

—

ELVEN GIRL (in awe)
— “Look, mom! The flowers are coming back!”

—

ELVEN ELDER (with a broken voice)
— “This isn’t ordinary magic…
It’s life.
He… is giving life.”

—

YOUNG ELF WOMAN (with tears in her eyes)
— “Who is this young man?”

—

ELVEN BOY (touching a newly born flower)
— “Did he make them grow?
Without saying anything?”

The carriage continues its march,
and behind it,
the path is covered in new flowers,
with aromas not felt in years,
with colors the kingdom had forgotten.

And though no one knows his name,
though no one has heard his voice,
the entire people feel him…
as if the forest remembered him.

And so,
the unknown young man,
floating in silence,
without opening his eyes,
without speaking a word…
makes the Kingdom breathe.
Makes the Kingdom bloom.

—

 END OF SCENE – “The Young Man Who Makes the Path Bloom”

SCENE – “The Embrace in the Elven Kingdom”

The carriage moves along mossy stone paths of the Elven Kingdom,
beneath arches of living branches that whisper in ancient tongues.
The flowers on the ground open at the horses’ steps,
and the leaves of the trees bow as if recognizing the one who sleeps.

The cylinder holding Kagayaku floats at the center,
surrounded by a soft aura,
guarded by three scarred knights,
three elite mages with solemn gazes,
and the Ice Princess,
who hasn’t let go of his hand since he saved Froldhëim Varyak.

Seitoshi watches.
Her golden horns shine like ancient suns,
her red eyes burn with memory,
her white dress never touches the ground,
her pale skin glows like the moon.
She does not move.
She only watches.

—

And then…
some children of the realm,
with crowns of petals and overflowing laughter,
cross the path.

One of them stumbles,
falls right in front of the horses.
The three steeds neigh.
Their hooves rise with force.
The carriage trembles.
The flowers stir.
The branches shudder.

—

ICE PRINCESS (desperate)
— “The cylinder!”

She grabs it with both hands,
but in that instant…
the cylinder glows.
A grassy green tone,
alive, warm,
as if the soul of the forest had ignited.

The horses stir again.
The child is in danger…

But then…
five roots sprout from the ground,
swift, gentle,
like a mother’s fingers.

They surround the child,
lift him tenderly,
rock him like a cradle of leaves,
and lower him slowly
into the trembling arms of his mother.

The roots glow.
They vanish into a luminous green breeze,
that dances in the air,
and returns to the cylinder.

The breeze enters it…
and disappears.

—

ELVEN MURMURS (from balconies, branches, sap bridges)
— “Was it him…?”
— “The unknown young man…?”
— “The one who arrived wounded…?”

And then…
the child laughs.
A pure laugh,
as if the forest responded with joy.

He climbs down from his mother’s arms,
walks with clumsy steps,
and climbs onto the carriage.

He approaches the cylinder,
hugs it tightly,
as if embracing an invisible friend,
as if saying “thank you” without words.

ICE PRINCESS (moved, whispering)
“He… did it again.”

Her eyes fill with tears.
She remembers the shattered ice…
and how Kagayaku stopped it without asking for anything.

THREE ELITE MAGES (with solemnity)
— “He doesn’t need words.
His magic…
is living memory.”

And then…
Seitoshi steps forward.
There is no sound.
Only the soft creak of branches bowing before her.

The Dragon Queen approaches the carriage.
Her red eyes settle on the child,
then on the cylinder,
then on the forest.

—

SEITOSHI (soft voice, as if speaking to the air)
— “He still responds.
Still protects.
Still… remembers.”

Her hand does not touch the cylinder.
But the golden aura around her extends,
as if caressing him without breaking the seal.

The entire forest falls silent.
The branches bow.
The flowers close.
The birds stop their song.

No one knows his name.
But everyone feels him.

—

END OF SCENE – “The Embrace in the Elven Kingdom”

 SCENE – “Command from the Abyss”

In another plane, far from light,
where time does not move and echoes never die,
the Abyss opens like an eternal wound.
There is no sky.
There is no ground.
Only columns of bone,
black roots hanging like veins,
and thick air that smells of old blood and broken magic.

At the center of a chamber carved from skulls,
a hooded figure bows before two living shadows.
His voice does not vibrate.
His breath does not warm.
But his words… cut.

—

ABYSS MAGE (voice like ash)
— “The skull of the first hero.”

His fingers rise,
and above them floats a distorted image:
a twisted temple,
with branches of black diamond,
and roots that weep light.

—

ABYSS MAGE (closing his eyes)
— “We know where he fell.”

—

ABYSS MAGE (grave tone)
— “The cursed temple of the diamond tree.
There…
where our lord Dullminior decapitated him.”

Before him stands Elyzhar — walker of graves,
wrapped in a cloak woven from frozen screams,
each fold whispering forgotten names.
His face is covered by a bone mask,
and his steps make no sound.

—

ELYZHAR (nodding without emotion)
— “Three days… will be enough.”

His voice has no echo.
Because the Abyss does not repeat.
It only devours.

The mage turns his deformed face toward another figure,
seated atop a column of liquid obsidian.
His eyes are open…
but they do not blink.

It is Thurion — eternal insomniac,
one of the six stars of the Abyss,
infiltrated in the Rising Dragon Academy
under the name Tharion.

His body is cloaked in lunar dust,
and his skin seems made of night.

—

ABYSS MAGE (cutting voice)
— “Your role as infiltrator is over.”

—

ABYSS MAGE (firmly)
— “Reveal yourself.
Destroy the Kingdom of the Rising Dragon.
And go for the core of the Whispering Abyss.”

A black sphere floats between them,
pulsing like a sick heart.

—

ABYSS MAGE (gazing at the black moon above them)
— “Do it when the moon is full.
Exactly in two weeks.
Only then…
you will unleash your full potential.”

—

THURION (soft voice, as if speaking in sleep)
— “Understood…
Two weeks… and the Kingdom will fall.”

His eyes glow with a light that does not belong to this world.
A light that does not dream.
A light that watches.

The mage walks away,
leaving behind an echo that does not fade.
The walls of the Abyss tremble.
Not from fear.
From anticipation.

Because the skull of the first hero will be unearthed.
Because the core of the whisper will be claimed.
Because the Abyss…
does not wait.
The Abyss commands.

 SCENE – “The Throne of Silence”

While the echoes of Kagayaku fade among prayers,
and the skies stretch like strings about to snap,
in an unknown perspective,
where time does not flow,
where logic dissolves,
something remains seated.

A throne of bones and skulls,
assembled with cruel precision,
as if each vertebra told a story of surrender.

The skulls are not empty.
Their sockets still seem to watch,
as if judgment were not yet complete.

Upon the throne,
the abyssal being,
human-sized,
but impossible to define.

His body disrupts endlessly,
as if the plane tried to reject him,
but he reassembles,
he imposes,
he sits.

The crown of blue fire,
with three points,
spins slowly,
as if marking the rhythm of a forgotten prophecy.

His white, luminous eyes
do not blink.
Do not look.
They absorb.

He has no mouth.
No face.
Only presence.

And yet…
the air vibrates.
As if something dared to break the silence.

A voice.
Distorted.
Grave.
Slow.
As if rising from the depths of all abysses.

ABYSSAL BEING (expectant, grave)
“…I will be waiting for your arrival…”

Kagayaku’s plane trembles.
Not from fear.
From recognition.

Because that being…
is already there.
Seated.
Watching.
Waiting.

 END OF SCENE – “The Throne of Silence”