Wasteland Caves – Beneath the Veil of MonstersA dark, suffocating silence blankets the cavern. Pale light flickers from burning crystals as thousands of disguised monsters kneel, awaiting orders. At the center, Buruso steps forward, facing a towering figure cloaked in obsidian armor — the Monster Majesty.
Buruso (bowing slightly):
"Majesty… Girote has sent a message. It's been recorded in our holocore."
A ripple of murmurs spreads across the disguised crowd. Tension thickens.
Monster Majesty (deep voice, controlled):
"What did he say?"
Buruso hesitates, his voice trembling.
Buruso:
"He… used him, Majesty. The true power of him. "
A bestial roar echoes through the cave — enraged reactions from the disguised monsters. The Monster Majesty lifts his hand calmly, and the crowd goes instantly silent.
Monster Majesty (commanding):
"We move now."
Buruso rushes toward the portal gate, but a massive tail thuds before him. Monster Majesty halts him with a stare that feels heavier than gravity.
Buruso:
"But Majesty, the portal—it's faster."
Monster Majesty (grim tone):
"Faster, yes. But it siphons our energy with every crossing. In numbers like ours, it would drain us all — weaken our blood, sicken our bodies. Gilderon… are the only path now."
Buruso nods reluctantly. Behind him, dozens of armed dragons emerge from the shadows — sleek, massive, and breathing silent heat. The monsters begin mounting them without a word, the air vibrating with urgency.
Abyssal Nexus Court – The Pulse of the UnknownInside the circular control chamber of the Nexus Court, red lights flash without pattern. Giant orbs flicker with abnormal readings. Controllers scramble to decode an energy signature so vast, it warps space.
Controller 1 (wide-eyed):
"What! This pressure… It's not evolving— it's awakening!"
Controller 2 (nervous):
"It's not from our territory. It's… an outsider. Not from any known dominion."
Controller 1 (whispers):
"Then who dares—who has the nerve to get in our galaxy unnoticed?"
A low creak of doors interrupts the chaos. A broad shadow enters — the General, his boots echoing like hammers on glass.
General (with a cold grin):
"Do you really want to know, kids?"
The room freezes. Silence grips every corner.
House of Eldrin – The Weight of SecretsA dim room flickers with candlelight. The door bursts open as Zoick and Rakhad walk in, tension carved across their faces. Eldrin, seated calmly, looks up with quiet concern.
Eldrin (genuine):
"What happened? Why do you bring zoick to here, Rakhad?"
Zoick (voice chilled):
"Why are you still pretending, Eldrin? Acting like you don't know?"
Eldrin (softly):
"Know what? What are you talking about?"
Rakhad (disappointed, firm):
"Yes, master… Why are you hiding it from us ?"
Eldrin (confused, eyes narrowing):
"Hide what?"
Without warning, Zoick charges forward, grabs Eldrin by the collar, eyes burning.
Zoick (shouting):
"Who are you really, you old brat?!"
The room stiffens. Rakhad steps back, but his eyes remain locked on Eldrin, searching for a crack in the mask. Eldrin doesn't resist, but his face tightens — not in fear, but in something far deeper…
A mix of regret. Pain. And memory.