Whispers in the VoidThe black void is still. Silent. Cold.
Sang steps forward, guided by instinct, toward the figure of shimmering silver light. As he enters the light, he feels something ancient stir within him.
All around him, strange words swirl across invisible walls — letters that don't belong to any known language. His gaze sharpens as he spots a lone throne far ahead, glowing faintly under a celestial hue. Behind it, a symbol. Twisted. Forbidden. Divine.
But it vanishes before it can truly be seen.
Suddenly—
BOOM.
A blast echoes behind him.
The blackness dissipates violently, as if reality itself was torn open. Sang spins around and sees it:
smoke rising from the palace… thick… curling into the heavens like a warning.
Sang (in a whisper, unsettled):
"What… just happened?"
The Eternal ConclaveFar away, suspended in the cosmos, the Eternal Conclave glows. A floating sanctuary of crystalline thrones and radiant pathways drifting above swirling galaxies.
Five kings sit in counsel. In five dominion beneath star - forged ceiling.
Vilgrim (stepping forward, voice guarded):
"The Imperium Stone…? Is it real?"
King 4 (leaning back, his voice proud):
"Yes. The Imperium Stone. A relic of absolute command. Abandoned and hidden by him. He died before revealing its resting place."
King 3 (stern):
"And now, before someone unworthy finds it, we must reclaim it. Do you understand?"
King 2 (smirking):
"Dispatch legions. Search every system, every ruin."
King 1 (cold and commanding):
"Now… get to work."
As the others disperse, Vilgrim's hand clenches into a fist, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.
Vilgrim (to himself, darkly):
"What are they chasing…? And why does it feel like a storm is coming?"
Chaos in the PalaceThe royal palace erupts into battle. Blades clash, energy arcs across walls, war cries echo through the hallways.
Kaizer slashes through two intruders, panting.
Kaizer (thinking, overwhelmed):
"Who are these invaders? Why now?"
Meanwhile, Sylin, disoriented from a mental assault, crawls backward. Her vision is blurry. Her limbs tremble. One figure steps toward her slowly, fingers twitching with cruel delight.
Unknown Invader (grinning):
"Beautiful… it's been ages since I had real fun. Come now, darling. Let's make this night unforgettable."
He grabs her hand and leans down, lips nearing—
CRACK!
He's suddenly thrown back, smashed into a wall.
Sylin blinks. Confused. Shaking.
From the smoke-choked entrance…
two eyes glow—with a glimpse of burning blue, and again with the glimpse of blazing gold.
Sang (in Shammroy's voice, powerful and cold):
"BAAKA... Touch her again, and I'll burn your soul through your bones."
Gasps ripple through the Grand Hall.
Kaein (barely a whisper):
"T-Those eyes… I saw them… on the battlefield…"
Everyone—ally and enemy—turns.
Sang Jaey stands at the entrance, cloaked in smoke, his aura crackling. He doesn't step. He doesn't blink.
He simply exists—like a judgment forged from legend.
Unknown Invader (sneering, rising):
"You really think you can take all of us?"
Without a word, Sang lifts a single hand.
Suddenly—
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
Heads fall from the shoulders of every invader.
Yet Sang hasn't moved.
...or so it seems.
Behind every single body,
a version of Sang stands, blades drawn in phantom echoes.
Lyra (in awe):
"That's... the same move Werner used… during the Crimson Battle!"
Nero (shaken):
"But how is he—? Is he already using that power?!"
Everyone else drops to their knees in utter shock.
Kaizer, Ziron, and Eldrin are the first to kneel.
One by one, the others follow—Kevin, Levi, Ceaser, Berse, Jake, Gare, Arkhar, Bane, Kaein, Eireal...
Each warrior lowered their head in reverence and disbelief.
Sang (still in Shammroy's voice, cold and sovereign):
"Eldrin. Open the portal.
I'm going back.
To Earth."