THE ARRIVAL IN DARKNESS
The night air was dense with arcane pressure. In Eldrin's house, the temperature dipped as shadows curled unnaturally around the room. A surge of ancient energy pulsed as the Gate of Eldrin opened slowly, humming with unseen power.
From the void stepped a pale man, skin ashen like the moon, his aura cloaked in cold silence. His presence made even the walls shudder. Eldrin, exhausted and drenched in sweat, staggered backward—his energy drained from the summoning.
Zoick and Rakhad stood frozen in awe, staring at the mysterious figure.
Pale Man (grim, irritated):
"Why did you bring me here...?"
His voice echoed like wind brushing a gravestone.
"You promised to summon me only when I met him! I don't want to see any face unless it's his!"
Eldrin (guiltily, breathless):
"I'm sorry… I couldn't help it. They think I'm the villain now…"
Pale Man (eyes still shut, dismissive):
"These two children? Why do you concern yourself with them?"
Rakhad's fists clenched. He took a step forward.
Rakhad (angrily):
"Hey! Who are you calling children?! And who even are you? How are you connected to our master?"
Eldrin (raising a hand):
"Calm yourself, Rakhad."
Zoick (voice trembling with emotion):
"Why should we stay calm? Our friend's life is tangled in your secrets!
How are Sang and Keyo...tai...Sham... whatever his name is—connected?!"
The pale man's head turned slowly. Though his eyes were shut, a flicker of intensity lit his expression.
Pale Man (slowly):
"What… did you say?"
Zoick (confused but bold):
"I said… Keyo…. What's wrong with you?!"
The pale man's body stiffened. His expression became unreadable.
Pale Man (voice tightening):
"How do you know that name…?"
Zoick (frustrated):
"That's the problem!
The name I held… it's dead now.
But that same name came from my friend's mouth. That's what binds us—and what terrifies us!"
Eldrin (stepping in):
"So this is what troubles you both? Then… we will tell you."
Rakhad (shocked):
"What?!"
Eldrin (firmly, turning toward the pale figure):
"Tell them... Queiron."
Zoick (startled):
"Queiron? Is… is that you?!"
The pale man—Queiron—nods solemnly.
Queiron (softly):
"Yes. And now… I will tell you the story of our king.
The king chosen by all… loved by all…
And yet—hated by this very land."
Rakhad and Zoick shared a tense glance. That last phrase unsettled them, but they remained silent… listening.
CHAMBER OF DEMON KING FERITO SELO
The mighty obsidian throne of Ferito Selo, the 7th Demon King, sit and the air thrummed with power as thirteen thrones encircled an ancient cloaked figure seated in the center—a old man of mystery, eyes sunken with time, holding truths that even demons feared.
One by one, the Demon Kings stood as he demanded their names.
Demon King 1:
"I am Robinor Vexelain."
Demon King 2:
"I am Kilder Rhazmor."
Demon King 3:
"I am Thaorener Glython."
Demon King 4:
"I am Lerion Mavok."
Demon King 6:
"I am Beriol Draexor."
Demon King 8:
"I am Jeferol Kynthral."
Demon King 9:
"I am Verian Ulgarth."
Demon King 10:
"I am Beriam Soltherin."
Demon King 11:
"I am Moreil Varthyx."
Demon King 12:
"I am Santoriil Drayven."
Demon King 13:
"I am Werios Zarnok."
Demon King 14:
"I am Canlier Frethos."
Demon King 15:
"I am Gatoir Varnax."
Each name sent a ripple through the chamber. The ancient man nodded in grim satisfaction.
The throne room was still. Something vast was being prepared.
UNKNOWN FOREST
In a forgotten part of the world, three groups walked a misted forest trail: Rohdan's group, Ziron's team and Kaizer's team. Birds flew silently overhead, as if fearing what passed below.
Rohdan (suspiciously):
"Something feels off. Ever since we passed that giant guy name orian it feels odd and cold."
Ziron (checking his compass):
"The path to our destiny lies left. Kaizer, why did you turn right?"
Kaizer replied to Ziron,
Kaizer (without looking back, voice calm):
"I haven't stepped on this soil for years. But if I don't return to that place now… I may never again. I need to see it… just once more."
The others paused. No one questioned him again. They simply followed, though unease pressed against them like fog.
As they disappeared into the trees, the screen darken…