Season 1 Episode 11 – "The Roar of the Dying Sky"
The sky turned a deep, bleeding red.
Clouds blackened hung motionless.
Birds screamed, flewed.
Thunder cracked like broken bones, and dark clouds hung heavy, groaning like the souls of the dead. It wasn't just the storm—nature itself was weeping. As rain began to fall in slow, cold droplets, Surya stood amidst the chaos, frozen in motion.
His blade dripped with blackened Wormen blood, but his eyes were locked on something else—his comrades, his brothers, his family... dying.
One by one, they were being torn apart, crushed, or swallowed alive. Their screams echoed against the storm, but he couldn't reach them all. He was fighting, yes—but without focus, without heart.
They were losing.
Only 26 Strangers were left now.
Aditya stood a short distance away, breath heavy, his jaw clenched. It was the second time he had tasted such helplessness—and it was burning him alive from the inside.
His eye was once again fill with anger.
His eye were sign of his darkness.
The Strangers were panicking. Scattering. Some even retreating.
Surya was seeing helplessly.
He gritted his teeth. clenched his fists.
And
Surya's voice cut through the storm, raw and loud enough to shake the skies:
"We are Strangers! The Monsters feared by even death itself! And you're running away?! What about everything they took from you? Will you run from that too?!"
One Stranger shouted back, desperation in his voice:
"They regenerate! We don't! They're stronger—we can't match them! They're giants, and we're not! We are powerless"
Surya stepped forward, eyes burning.
"Who said we have no power? We have the greatest power of all—the Power of Will! The will to live as we choose, to protect what we love, to rise even when broken! That's why we're still breathing! We are the Strangers! The storm itself fears us! It's better to fall fighting like lions than live as cowardly shadows. We are the darkness... and we are the only light inside it. And no one—not even death—can steal that from us."
Silence echoed through battle field.
Then one Stranger who had dropped his sword and knelt waiting for death. Rain rolled down his face, mixing with tears. But now slowly—he stood.
Another followed.
And another.
Until all 26 stood in the rain, drenched, trembling... and reborn.
Their resolve had returned.
The battle reignited.
But Aditya… he was built differently.
Something darker ignited within him—his frustration evolved into a rage so intense it twisted his expression. He drew his cursed red blade—the Z-Red Sword of Bloods.
The sword shined .
It was long enough, pointed and sharp yet.
His eye darkened.
His breath silenced.
His face—void of emotion, savage.
Aditya bolted. He moved faster than any eye could follow—no longer a human, but a storm a beast. The blade danced in his hands, slicing through Wormen like a chef cuts through ripe fruit. Brinjal. Clean. Effortless.
Twenty-five Wormen fell.
He stood amidst their corpses, panting like a beast, but still on his feet.
Surya, who had only managed to take down eight, stared in silence. His fists clenched—not with jealousy, but with desperation. The others were giving everything.
Together, the team had brought down 52 Wormen.
Only 23 Strangers remained.
But then—
The ground trembled.
A new presence emerged.
A Wormen… 34 feet tall.
It wasn't attacking. It wasn't feeding. It was… observing. Walking straight toward the elite groups of stranger x Surya , stranger y Kai . Stranger z Aditya .
Dara whispered, "He's ignoring the others. Is it… vegetarian?"
King replied sharply, "Fool. That's seems to be an intelligent Wormen. Maybe it has a purpose. A mission."
Regel interrupted, eyes narrowing, "If it can think… we must capture it alive."
Baru scoffed, "How exactly?!"
Dara answered, "Cut off its limbs—again and again. Constant regeneration will slow it. Eventually, it won't regenerate fast enough."
But before they could act—
The creature lunged.
Regel struck first, targeting its knees—but it dodged, shocking everyone.
Baru launched from behind, slamming his full strength into its head. The beast turned, grabbed him mid-air—
—and crushed him.
A sickening crunch.
Baru's face flashed with memories.
He saw himself as a child. Always misunderstood. Called a "useless bull" because of his unnatural strength. Even his father couldn't see his potential. But the Strangers… they gave him a chance. A name. A place.
Baru's body dropped.
Lifeless.
The rain fell harder.
Surya screamed Baroo! and rushed forward—but was thrown back like a ragdoll.
Aditya's eyes widened.
And then—
The beast awoke in him once more.
He became fury incarnate, lunging with the Z-Red Blade. He tore through the Wormen's hand like it was nothing, his blade almost just aiming for its heart.
But just as he was about to strike—
Regel leapt in front of him, barely stopping the kill by his sword.
To be continued...
Episode ended
Why did Regel stop Aditya from delivering the final blow?
What secret does the intelligent Wormen carry?
Will Aditya lose himself completely to his rage?
How long can the Strangers survive with their dwindling numbers?
What is the true price of their "power of will"?
Could the Wormen be evolving… into something more human?
Who will break first—the monsters outside or the monsters within?
"When the sky bleeds, only the unforgiven remain."
"They thought they faced monsters—but the real beast was among them."
"In the heart of the storm, a lion's roar awakens the dead."
"Even death bows to those who refuse to kneel."
"This isn't just survival. This is rebellion."
"When the blade sings, the storm listens."
"What rises from the ashes… is no longer human."
"If fear is the cage, then will is the key." — Surya
"I am no longer a boy lost in the forest. I am the forest." — Aditya
"We were never meant to win. We were meant to stand." — Regel
"Every name we lose becomes another reason to fight." — Surya