Chapter 3

 SCENE – “The Whisper Between Mages”

As the carriage from the Kingdom of Arathen halts before the Rising Dragon Academy,
the three mage triplets—Maerlyn, Zireya, and Thalwen—remain silent.
But their minds are connected.
Their thoughts flow like invisible currents between them,
faster than any spoken word.

—

MAERLYN (telepathically, with unease)
— “I feel something… buried here.
A power that doesn’t breathe like ours.”

—

ZIREYA (grave tone)
— “It’s not Kagayaku.
This… this is older.
Dirtier.”

—

THALWEN (trembling voice)
— “We’re being watched.
Not with eyes.
With hunger.”

The three turn slightly,
as if their bodies were responding to what their minds already know.
The air around the academy grows heavier.
The red star in the sky pulses more intensely.
And the ground…
seems to be holding something that no longer wants to sleep.

—

MAERLYN (closing her eyes)
— “Something is going to attack this realm.
And it won’t be by accident.”

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “The Hero Who Never Asked to Be One”

The royal hall of the Rising Dragon Kingdom is wrapped in golden twilight.
Magical torches crackle with blue fire,
and stained glass windows cast constellations across the dark marble floor.
The air is thick with fire-root incense and a tension that cannot be masked.

Seated face to face,
the Kings of Arathen speak with the Kings of the Rising Dragon.
Their words are careful,
but the shared pain gives them weight.

—

KING OF ARATHEN (grateful voice, cracked with worry)
— “Thank you for sending him to the Elven Kingdom.
Not everyone would’ve done so much for someone who doesn’t belong to them.”

—

KING OF THE RISING DRAGON (calm, firm)
— “We didn’t do it out of duty.
We did it because we know who he is.”

The three mages—Maerlyn, Zireya, and Thalwen—
tense at the same time.
Their eyes meet.
Their thoughts stir.
The air grows cold.

—

QUEEN OF ARATHEN (uneasy)
— “What do you mean you know who he is?”

—

KING OF THE RISING DRAGON (looking at the mural behind the throne)
— “The illustrations.
The marks.
The signs.
Everything matches what’s written in the Book of the Lost Prophecy.
Kagayaku is the last hero.
And I don’t see him as a weapon.
Nor as a symbol.
I see him as a boy who chose to protect,
when no one asked him to.”

Silence.
The flames flicker.
The mages lower their gaze.
The King of Arathen presses his lips.
The Queen of Arathen clutches her chest.

—

KING OF THE RISING DRAGON (firm voice)
— “All of Froldhëim Varyak lived because of him.
And we will not forget.”

Just then,
the doors open.
Cold rushes in like a gust.
And the Kings of the Ice Kingdom
enter with frost-covered cloaks and misted eyes.

—

KING OF THE ICE KINGDOM (grave voice, unwavering)
— “That’s true.
Your son protected our realm.
Even though he lost his arm…
he didn’t give up.”

—

QUEEN OF THE ICE KINGDOM (with a broken voice)
— “He asked for nothing.
Expected no glory.
He simply stayed…
until the danger was gone.”

—

KING OF THE ICE KINGDOM (looking at Kagayaku’s parents)
— “I owe him.
Until the day I die.”

The flames dim for a moment.
Silence becomes sacred.
And above,
the red four-pointed star continues to pulse,
as if listening to every word.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “What Is Said When the Heart Won’t Stay Silent”

The hall of the Rising Dragon Kingdom still holds the solemn echo of the meeting between the three realms.
The magical torches remain lit,
and the Kings of Arathen, Rising Dragon, and Froldhëim Varyak sit in their seats,
cups of warm nectar in hand,
while Kagayaku’s six sisters—Airi, Sayra, Elen, Hana, Kaela, and Nira—
settle on the side divans beside Princess Lileth,
who has placed her crown on a table of enchanted crystal.

The atmosphere is calm.
Voices soften.
Laughter is gentle.
Everything seems normal… until Lileth, with a sweet tone and distracted gaze, murmurs:

—

LILETH (with a shy smile)
— “Kagayaku is… such a good person.
He always thinks of others.
He’s so kind… so gentle…”

The sisters glance at each other.
A pause.
And then…

—

KAELA (raising an eyebrow, with a mischievous smile)
— “Aha… this smells like you’ve got a crush on my little brother.”

Lileth freezes.
Her eyes widen.
Her face lights up like a torch.
The other sisters burst into laughter.

—

NIRA (covering her mouth)
— “Kaela, nooo!”

—

ELEN (laughing)
— “Look how red she got!”

—

SAYRA (pretending formality)
— “Princess Lileth, shall I prepare a confession letter for you?”

—

HANA (dramatic tone)
— “I see the future!
A royal wedding!
And Kagayaku completely unaware!”

Lileth tries to speak, but only manages to stammer.
Her face is redder than the velvet curtains in the hall.

Just then,
the King of the Rising Dragon, still in the room reviewing documents,
hears the conversation.
He stops.
Looks at them.
And…
decides to say nothing.
He simply turns slowly and walks away,
with an expression somewhere between “not my business” and “please don’t ask me anything.”

But what no one expected…
was that the Kings of Arathen and Froldhëim Varyak
were also listening.
And though they try to maintain composure,
the awkward silence breaks when the King of Froldhëim Varyak lets out a subtle cough…

—

KING OF FROLDHËIM VARYAK (dry tone)
— “Well… seems the hero didn’t just save kingdoms.”

The Queen of Arathen covers her mouth to keep from laughing.
The King of Arathen shifts in his seat,
while the sisters continue laughing uncontrollably.

But Lileth does not laugh.
Her eyes well up.
And amid the laughter,
her voice breaks softly.

—

LILETH (with restrained tears and a faint smile)
— “The truth is… I miss him.
And it hurts not knowing how he is.
He… truly matters to me.”

The laughter fades.
The sisters look at her.
The kings remain silent.
And the red star,
from above,
seems to beat more slowly.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “What No One Knew About Kagayaku”

The hall of the Rising Dragon Kingdom is calm.
The magical torches no longer burn brightly,
only with a soft glow that paints the walls in warm tones.
The three realms have fallen silent,
allowing young voices to fill the space.

On one of the divans,
Lileth hugs a white cushion with lunar-thread trim.
She curls to one side,
as if the world were too heavy to hold alone.

Kagayaku’s six sisters—Airi, Sayra, Elen, Hana, Kaela, and Nira—
gather around her gently.
They don’t say much.
They’re simply there.
And sometimes, that’s enough.

—

HANA (soft voice, no teasing this time)
— “Why do you care for him so much?”

Lileth squeezes the cushion.
Her eyes well up.
But she doesn’t hide.
Not this time.

—

LILETH (trembling voice, looking at the floor)
— “Because he saved me…
From something no one knew.”

The sisters lean in closer.
The atmosphere shifts.
The earlier laughter fades.
Now something deeper fills the air.

—

LILETH (tears falling slowly)
— “A prince…
threatened me.
He said that if I didn’t act like his wife…
he’d harm my grandmother.
I didn’t know what to do.
I couldn’t tell anyone.”

The cushion soaks.
Lileth’s hands tremble.
But she keeps speaking.

—

LILETH (voice breaking)
— “Kagayaku knew.
I don’t know how…
but he knew.
And he confronted him.
Made sure that prince never came near again.
And my grandmother…
returned to the kingdom unharmed.”

The sisters say nothing.
They simply hug her.
One by one.
No words.
Only heart.

From the back of the hall,
the kings watch.
No one interrupts.
Not even the King of the Rising Dragon,
who lowers his gaze in respect.

And above,
the red star continues to pulse.
But this time…
with tenderness.

—

 END OF SCENE

SCENE – “Two Stars, One Destiny”

The hall of the Rising Dragon Kingdom remains in reverent silence.
Lileth, still curled on the divan,
hugs the white cushion with her eyes closed,
when the cup of warm water trembles on the crystal table.

The liquid rises slowly,
floating in the air as if obeying an invisible will,
and gently glides across Lileth’s face,
caressing her cheeks with a tenderness not of this world.

Kagayaku’s sisters remain still.
The kings watch, confused.
But the three mages—Maerlyn, Zireya, and Thalwen—
immediately recognize what’s happening.

—

MAERLYN (soft voice, shaken)
— “This presence… is from young Kagayaku.”

Without another word,
the three close their eyes simultaneously.
Their bodies remain seated,
but their presences detach,
wandering through the kingdom in a spiritual plane hidden from others.

—

MAERLYN (telepathically, as they float through mana currents)
— “Listen… from what I just saw and felt…
young Kagayaku’s power has intertwined with the world.
He’s far… a few days from here.
But his energy is alive.”

—

ZIREYA (telepathically, analyzing with precision)
— “Yes.
It’s not a trace.
It’s a network.
His power has fused with the fabric of the world.”

—

THALWEN (telepathically, in awe)
— “I’ve never felt anything like this.
It’s not ordinary magic.
It’s as if the world recognizes him… and protects him.”

The three join hands.
They form a perfect triangle.
And in a flash of blue light,
a floating panel appears,
made of pure energy,
with ancient symbols and mana pulses aligned like constellations.

The panel unfolds.
Figures shift.
Lines intertwine.
And the result appears—
clear,
brilliant,
undeniable.

—

MAERLYN (voice trembling)
— “There’s no doubt…
it’s an immeasurable power.”

—

ZIREYA (gazing at the panel’s core, cold sweat on her forehead)
— “And this… this surpasses even the power that emanated from the first hero…
according to the ancient texts.”

But before they can close the panel,
the world trembles.

The hall’s walls vibrate.
The torches flicker.
The kings rise.
The sisters cling to each other.
And in the sky,
beside the red four-pointed star…
another is born.

Identical.
Just as alive.
Just as unsettling.

—

THALWEN (telepathically, heart racing)
— “A second star…
what does it mean?”

—

MAERLYN (eyes fixed on the spiritual sky)
— “Something else has awakened.
And it’s not alone.”

The two stars pulse in unison.
As if the world were preparing…
to choose between light and shadow.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “Level 50: Courage Before the Void”

The plane is suspended in absolute void.
No horizon.
No sound.
Only the echo of the 49 levels left behind.

Kagayaku stands.
His body bears the marks of every trial,
but his gaze remains steady.
Before him, the Being of 50 Eyes floats in silence,
its eyes blinking slowly…
until all close.

—

BEING OF 50 EYES (grave voice, emotionless)
— “Kagayaku…
this is the final level of the labyrinth.
After 49…
this is the end.
I wish you luck.”

Chains rattle.
A structure of rusted metal opens with a screech that tears through the plane.
Inside, the darkness is thick.
Barely visible is a throne of skulls,
raised on a platform of shattered bones.

A voice echoes,
not from the throne,
but from the air itself,
as if the plane spoke with its own throat.

—

RESONANT VOICE (deep, enveloping)
— “Where does power come from?
Training…?
Worth…?
No…
From one’s own courage. You remember…”

The throne glows with a sickly light.
And from it rises a humanoid figure,
the same height as Kagayaku.
But its body has no stable form:
it’s made of black space,
speckled with living stars,
glitching,
interfering between the real and the impossible.

Its eyes are white,
with blood-red star-shaped irises.
A two-pointed crown floats above its head,
spinning slowly,
as if marking the time that remains.

The plane bends.
Gravity twists.
Kagayaku falls to his knees,
the weight of the dimension crushing him.
But he does not break.

The being does not wait.
It moves with impossible speed.
And with a brutal kick,
sends Kagayaku flying 300 meters back,
shattering platforms,
ripping through the air.

Kagayaku crashes into a floating stone column.
The impact shakes the plane.
But his eyes remain open.
The judgment has begun.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “The Cut That Didn’t Break the Abyss”

The plane still vibrates from the impact.
Fragments of stone float in the air,
and the echo of the kick resounds like a contained thunder.

Kagayaku rises.
His body trembles,
blood runs down his brow,
but his legs do not give in.
His gaze is fixed.
No fear.
Only resolve.

The being before him—that humanoid figure made of black space and stars—
continues to glitch,
as if reality cannot fully contain it.
Its two-pointed crown floats above its head,
and its white eyes with blood-red star-shaped irises
shine without emotion.

—

THRONE BEING (deep voice, distorted by interference)
— “Such pathetic power…
A mortal trying to be a hero.”

Kagayaku doesn’t respond.
He simply steps forward.
And with a short,
swift,
precise movement,
his sword slices through the air…
and the walls of every labyrinth shatter.

The structures that confined him for 49 levels collapse.
Chains break.
Doors open.
The plane trembles.

But the being does not move.
Not a scratch.
Not a crack.
Only a slow,
dry laugh,
as if watching a child break a toy that never worked.

—

THRONE BEING (low voice, without arrogance)
— “Was that all…?
Not bad.
For someone who still believes that breaking walls changes fate.
But tell me…
what will you do when there are no more walls to break?”

The plane darkens.
The stars within its body flicker.
And Kagayaku, bleeding,
clenches his fist.

The battle has not yet begun.
But the judgment is already underway.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “The Judgment of the Last Hero”

The plane twists.
Stars floating in the darkness flicker violently.
The air grows dense,
as if the universe itself were holding its breath.

Kagayaku, still standing, bleeding,
his back arched from the previous impact,
does not retreat.
His eyes remain fixed on the glitching figure before him,
that humanoid made of black space,
with living stars flickering like errors in reality.

But the being waits no longer.
With a sharp movement,
faster than thought,
it grabs Kagayaku by the neck.
Its hand has no texture,
only absolute pressure.
And without another word,
it slams him against the ground of the plane.

The impact doesn’t break a stone.
It breaks the entire plane.
A crater several kilometers wide forms,
with cracks spreading like burning veins.
Cosmic dust rises.
Floating platforms tremble.
And the echo of the blow is heard even in levels that no longer exist.

Kagayaku lies embedded at the center,
his body sunken,
but his eyes…
remain open.

—

THRONE BEING (deep voice, without hatred or arrogance)
— “Your power is not enough.
This won’t be resolved by strength.
This will end depending on who dies…
You… or me.”

The plane darkens.
The two red stars in the sky pulse in unison.
And the judgment of the last hero continues.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “The Weight of Judgment”

The crater still smolders.
Cracks stretch like burning veins across the plane,
and Kagayaku’s body lies at the center,
covered in cosmic dust,
bleeding,
but with eyes open.

In a blink,
the humanoid being made of black space and stars appears above him.
No sound.
No transition.
It’s simply there.
Its foot descends with brutal precision onto Kagayaku’s neck.
It doesn’t crush him.
It only pins him down.
As if saying: “Don’t move. Not yet.”

Its body continues to glitch,
flickering between the real and the impossible.
The two-pointed crown floats above its head,
spinning slowly.
Its white eyes with blood-red star irises
shine with a calm that needs no arrogance.

—

THRONE BEING (low voice, without hatred or mockery)
— “Do you truly have courage…?
Or are you just miserable human scum…
pretending to be a hero…?”

The plane darkens.
The stars within its body flicker.
And Kagayaku, trapped under the weight,
does not respond.
But his fingers slowly curl…
as if the answer is coming.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “The Ritual of Sacred Water”

In the Elven Kingdom, the calm is profound.
Seitoshi sits cross-legged,
meditating in silence.
A few meters away, the Ice Princess watches without speaking,
her gaze distant,
as if time had paused just for her.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the Sacred Water Cave,
crystalline water spirals.
Turquoise-blue fish swim through gentle currents,
and the air smells of fresh root and ancient stone.

Eight young elven mages step forward.
Their green robes ripple like leaves in the wind.
They form a perfect circle around the vortex,
right hands extended toward the center,
where Kagayaku stands,
in a coma,
suspended by the force of the water.

Outside the vortex,
green runes spin slowly,
drawing living patterns that connect with Kagayaku’s body.
Each rune pulses with a distinct rhythm,
as if responding to his inner energy.

Within the shared mental plane of the mages,
one of them—Nelyra—speaks clearly:

—

NELYRA (shared thought)
— “This method doesn’t use invasive spells.
The runes are designed to read the state of the soul.
The sacred water activates the runes,
and they detect whether the body still responds to life.
If there’s connection…
the runes stabilize the vital flow.
If not…
the water stops.”

The other mages nod silently.
The ritual continues.
The vortex narrows.
The runes glow brighter.
And the water touches Kagayaku’s chest…
as if waiting for a response.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “Presences That Don’t Interrupt, But Feel”

The Sacred Water Cave remains in absolute silence.
The green runes spin with precision,
the crystalline vortex holds Kagayaku in a coma,
and the eight elven mages continue the ritual without breaking concentration.

Their green robes ripple like leaves in the wind,
right hands extended in a circle,
and the turquoise-blue fish swim through the currents,
as if they understand something important is happening.

At that moment,
the soft footsteps of the Elven King echo on the damp stone.
He says nothing.
He simply watches.
His white cloak halts a few steps from the circle,
and his eyes fix on Kagayaku,
as if trying to read what the water has yet to reveal.

Beside him,
the Elven Princess also stops.
She doesn’t speak.
But her hand rests on her chest,
with an expression of quiet concern.
Her eyes shine,
not from magic,
but from something more human:
fear that he won’t wake up.

The mages remain focused.
The ritual continues.
The runes keep spinning.
And the water,
as if sensing the new presences,
pulses more strongly.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “The Second Chalice and the Final Promise”

In the Kingdom of Light —Selyndor Ilunëa—
the Crystal Hall stretches like a sanctuary suspended between sky and earth.
The walls do not reflect: they breathe.
The columns vibrate with pulses of energy that ripple across the floor like waves in still water.
And at the center,
upon a slowly twisting luminous root,
floats the Second Chalice of Eternal Life,
surrounded by an expectant light,
neither warm nor cold…
just alert.

The gates of the kingdom tremble.
A figure approaches.
No one knows who it is.
Only that something feels wrong.

The most powerful of the abyssal stars has arrived:
Ulmir — the fallen god.
He appears as a man with pale skin,
a black hood hiding everything but his presence.
No aura.
No sound.
Only pressure.

The kingdom’s soldiers block the path.
Their spears tremble.
One steps forward.

—

SOLDIER (firm voice, but shaken)
— “Stop! This is sacred ground.”

Ulmir raises a finger.
Just one.
And in an instant,
the soldiers’ bodies disintegrate as if made of dust.
No screams.
Only silence.

The remaining soldiers brace themselves.
But their hands tremble.
Their eyes do not blink.
And the air grows heavier than fear.

At the top of the hall,
the King of Selyndor Ilunëa watches.
There is no time.
No choice.
He turns to his daughter,
the Princess of Light,
and hands her the chalice with trembling hands.

—

KING (firm voice, but broken)
— “If everything goes wrong…
go to the Rising Dragon Kingdom.
Don’t look back.”

The young woman nods,
terrified,
her eyes filled with tears that do not fall.
And she runs to hide among the crystal corridors,
as the chalice glows in her hands.

The king remains alone.
He walks to a corner of the hall,
where a silver frame holds the image of his late wife.
He touches it with his fingers.
He says little.
Only what matters.

—

KING (soft voice, unwavering)
— “I will give my life to protect our daughter…”

Ulmir continues forward.
The light fades.
And the judgment of Selyndor Ilunëa has begun.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “The Last Light of Selyndor Ilunëa”

The sky above the Kingdom of Light darkens.
The crystal columns vibrate with desperation.
The King of Selyndor Ilunëa dons his luminous armor,
a breastplate that shines like dawn before the storm.
He grips his golden sword,
and without hesitation,
leaps through the royal hall’s window,
landing with a crash that shakes the ground.

His eyes blaze in intense yellow,
and from his body,
twenty bursts of light shoot toward Ulmir — the fallen god,
like spears blessed by the essence of the realm.

Ulmir receives them without moving.
Each ray turns black,
pulverizes,
and vanishes as if it never existed.
Ulmir smirks.

—

ULMIR (low voice, unhurried)
— “Give me the Chalice of Life.”

—

KING (firm voice, unwavering)
— “I won’t give it to you…
even if it costs me my life.”

—

ULMIR (dry laugh)
— “Well then…
I’ll take it from your corpse.”

The king charges at Ulmir.
His golden sword gleams with power,
but upon impact…
it shatters into a thousand fragments,
as if light itself had been denied.

Ulmir counters with a brutal backhand,
sending the king flying into a food stall,
destroying tables, fruit, and enchanted wood.

The king rises from the wreckage,
bleeding,
and shouts with force:

—

KING (to the entire realm)
— “Evacuate the kingdom!
Soldiers, those who wish to fight with honor… with me!”

People flee.
Soldiers form ranks.
The air fills with courage.
But Ulmir raises his hand…
and with a snap,
they all turn to dust.
Soldiers.
Citizens.
The entire Kingdom of Light…
vanishes.

Only the king remains.
Only him.
Facing the incarnate abyss.

—

ULMIR (emotionless)
— “I’ll give you one chance…
Give me the Chalice of Life.”

—

KING (voice broken, but firm)
— “I’d rather die.”

Ulmir doesn’t respond.
He simply extends his hand.
And with a sharp gesture,
he unravels the king,
leaving only a clean skeleton,
standing for a moment…
before collapsing.

The Chalice of Life…
no longer has a guardian.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “Fusion, Escape, and the Path to the Abyss”

In the ruins of the Kingdom of Light,
silence is broken by a dry sound,
a desperate stumble.

The Princess of Light, hidden among the rubble,
has fallen.
The Chalice of Life trembles in her arms.
Her eyes fill with terror.
And Ulmir — the fallen god —
slowly turns his head.

His steps are slow.
Each heavier than the last.
He doesn’t run.
He doesn’t need to.
The princess rises and flees,
as the ground crumbles behind her.

Meanwhile, in the Rising Dragon Kingdom,
the three mages—Maerlyn, Zireya, and Thalwen—
observe the second four-pointed star that has appeared in the sky.
But in that instant,
a wave of cursed power slices through the air like an invisible blade.

The three exchange glances.
No words.
Only action.
Each draws a red ring
and places it on her ring finger.
Fire surrounds them.
Their bodies rise.
And in a blazing flash,
they fuse into a single supreme mage,
with electro wings crackling like living storms.

The air ruptures.
The sound barrier shatters.
And the supreme mage vanishes in less than half a second,
leaving behind only a vortex of energy.

Kagayaku’s six sisters watch,
stunned,
not understanding where they went.

Inside the shared mind of the supreme mage,
the third mage’s consciousness speaks clearly:

—

MAERLYN (internal thought)
— “Prepare to fight.”

The other two minds agree.
The direction is clear.
South.
And the first mage confirms:

—

ZIREYA (internal thought)
— “The power comes from the south.
Five minutes at this speed.”

The supreme mage accelerates,
breaking a second sound barrier.
The sky tears.
The air curves.
And the second mage’s consciousness manifests:

—

THALWEN (internal thought)
— “We’re two minutes from the target…
and from what I can tell…
this power is evil.”

The earth trembles.
The sky prepares.
And the encounter with Ulmir draws near.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “Seitoshi’s Roar and the Awakening of the Dragons”

The Elven Kingdom breathes calm…
until Seitoshi, the Dragon Queen,
slowly steps outside.
Her stride is firm,
her gaze scans every corner,
and her ancestral senses detect what no one else can:
the cursed power is coming from the south.

She stops.
Looks once more at Kagayaku,
still suspended in a coma within the sacred water vortex.
Her gaze hardens.
And then,
she roars.
A roar so devastating
that the entire kingdom trembles.
The ground cracks.
Tree canopies bend.
Birds flee.
And the elves…
freeze.

 SCENE – “The Second Chalice and the Final Promise”

 ICE PRINCESS (hand on her chest, trembling)
— “What… is happening?”
Her eyes fill with awe and fear.
She had never felt anything like this.
Not even in the ancient wars.

 ELVEN KING (face hardened)
— “That roar…
is not a warning.
It’s a summons.”
He rises slowly,
as if he knows the balance of the world has just shifted.

 ELVEN PRINCESS (eyes wide, unblinking)
— “Is she… the Dragon Queen?”
She steps back,
not out of fear,
but out of respect.

From the skies,
as if they had been waiting for that signal,
ten dragons descend.
Black, red, white, and green.
Some breathe acid.
Others fire.
Others unleash electric breath that crackles like a living storm.

Each measures 50 meters.
Majestic.
Silent.
They surround the Elven Kingdom,
and sit at each corner,
like ancestral guardians.

 Seitoshi closes her eyes.
And in a draconic language only they understand,
she speaks mentally:

—

SEITOSHI (draconic language, mental)
— “Protect this realm.”

The dragons nod.
Their eyes glow.
And the air turns solemn.

Then,
Seitoshi’s body begins to change.
White scales emerge.
Her eyes turn blood red.
Golden horns rise like living crowns.
And her form expands…
until she reaches 300 meters in length.
A majestic dragon,
impossible to ignore.

Without a word,
she takes flight toward the south,
breaking through the clouds,
leaving behind only the roar that still vibrates in the hearts of those who heard it.

The ten dragons remain in position.
Seated.
Watching.
The Elven Kingdom…
is now guarded by legends.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “The Encounter in the Ruins”

From the sky torn by cursed power,
the Supreme Mage —fusion of Maerlyn, Zireya, and Thalwen—
descends like a living lightning bolt.
Her electro wings crackle with fury,
and her body glows with arcane fire.
She arrives at the critical moment.

Below, in the ruins of the Kingdom of Light,
Ulmir — the fallen god —
has just snatched the Chalice of Life from the princess’s hands.
With a sharp gesture,
he opens a dark portal
and throws it into the void,
where an abyssal mage receives it among shadows.
The portal closes.
The chalice… has been stolen.

Ulmir turns toward the princess,
his hand raised,
about to finish her…
when the sky darkens even more.
A massive shadow covers the field.

It is Seitoshi,
in her 300-meter dragon form,
descending with contained fury.
Her white scales shine like shattered moons,
her blood-red eyes burn,
and her golden horns slice the air.

In a fluid motion,
Seitoshi transforms into her human form,
lands beside the Supreme Mage,
and without a word,
they launch a devastating kick
that strikes Ulmir directly in the chest.

The fallen god flies backward,
breaking trees, rocks, and floating structures,
until he crashes 500 meters away,
standing,
smiling.

Seitoshi and the Supreme Mage turn slowly.
Their gazes meet.
No words.
Only understanding.
They both stand before the princess,
forming a living wall between her and the abyss.

—

ULMIR (deep voice, twisted smile)
— “Ohh…
strong opponents.”

The air tightens.
The earth trembles.
And the true battle…
is about to begin.

—

 END OF SCENE

 SCENE – “The Punch That Split the Earth”

The air grows dense.
The tension is absolute.
The Supreme Mage and Seitoshi remain in front of the princess,
eyes locked on Ulmir,
who smiles from 500 meters away…
but only for a moment.

In a blink,
Ulmir vanishes.
And reappears behind them,
like a shadow that makes no sound.
His presence is like a creeping void.

But Seitoshi reacts.
Without turning,
she throws a devastating punch,
with the strength of an ancestral dragon.
The air curves.
The ground trembles.
But Ulmir dodges,
disappearing just before impact.

Seitoshi’s fist strikes the ground,
and the result is brutal:
100 meters of earth are destroyed,
the ground cracks like glass,
and a shockwave shakes the trees,
the ruins,
and the sky itself.

The princess falls to her knees from the pressure.
The Supreme Mage extends a barrier of energy to protect her.
And Ulmir, now floating above the rubble,
watches with a wider smile.

—

ULMIR (deep voice, unhurried)
— “Interesting…
very interesting.”
The battlefield is no longer a kingdom.
It is a crater of power.
And the true confrontation…
is about to begin.

—

 END OF SCENE