[Opening – Hero City Broadcast Center]
A massive holographic screen blazes across what's left of Hero City. Survivors, soldiers, and heroes watch in breathless silence.
The screen shows Ray Stormbreak locked in brutal combat with Zaragon.
The battlefield is chaos—lightning and darkness crashing in eternal struggle.
Zaragon roars, eyes flaring with rage.He lifts his hand to the skies.
Zaragon:— Master Tyrus! Grant me your power!
[Cut to: Tyrus — in a distant, shadowed dimension, seated on a throne of bone and black crystal. He opens one eye, amused.]
Tyrus (cold, calm):— A third... That's all you'll need.
[Black lightning courses through the void. Zaragon absorbs it, transforming.]His body mutates. Horns, wings of dark matter, and a blade made from void itself.He's faster. Stronger. Crueler.Now he overpowers Ray with ease.]
Zaragon (grinning):— You were a storm once, old man. But storms fade.
Ray blocks a strike—but is thrown back, skidding across rubble. Blood trickles from his lip.He wipes it, smirking.
Ray (calmly):— Alright... Old school it is.
[He summons his twin daggers. Elegant. Deadly. Lightning-etched.]
They clash again.Ray moves fast—deadly fast—but Zaragon is relentless. Blow after blow forces Ray on the defensive.A brutal kick sends Ray flying through a building.
[Silence. Dust.]
Zaragon (mocking):— Done already?
[Then—Ray steps out of the crater. Slowly. Bleeding. Smiling.]
Ray (voice low):— It's time.
The sky darkens. The wind vanishes.Suddenly, thunder erupts. Black clouds spiral into a vortex.
Ray's aura explodes—massive, ancient, divine.Lightning crashes endlessly, obliterating Tyrus's army for miles.Even mountains in the distance crumble.
[Cut to: Lorien, watching from afar. His Seraphim Eyes awaken.]
Lorien (whispers, stunned):— What… is this?He's a god among men...
[Rose, Diana, Darius, Inavy, and others freeze mid-battle. Across the world—every being feels it.The Aura Primordial… has changed.It's no longer just elemental. It's divine.It's holy. Unmatched.]
[Cut to: Ray – Transcending]
Ray's hair turns stark white.His eyes flash with lightning itself.His daggers shatter—reforming as twin divine spears pulsing with celestial electricity.Each step he takes cracks the earth and sky alike.The air bends around him.
Narrator:— This was no technique.This was no evolution.This was divinity born of wrath.— The birth of a form whispered only in myth…— Zeus Wrath.
Zaragon (terrified, stepping back):— What… are you?!
Ray (voice booming like thunder):— I told you.I'm not a hero.I'm the storm that ends gods.
[Fade out as lightning consumes the screen.]