Live Broadcast Location:
Eclipse Street Arena Training Hall — Morleus Town
Commentator Feed Active | Bracket 7 | Match 7 of 7
🎥 Visual Sweep:
Three seated judges appear in full frame:
Judge Name
Role
Description
Brisk
Former Arena Champion
Middle-aged, black skin, sharp white hair, intense glare
Ranos
Committee Member
Pale skin, red-styled hair, suit pressed to perfection
Maertrata
Head, Poktia Arena Society
Young woman, blue-gold eyes, vibrant green hair
Match Begins
Luci Avre Fet (Lucifer) vs Netco
Bracket 7 — Match 7
Netco enters with skater boots and a curved sabre, sliding across the digital arena floor with sparks.
He lunges forward—blazing fast—spinning, swiping.
Lucifer doesn't flinch.
⚡ Slide dodge left, pivot dodge right… full frontal dodge achieved.
Netco charges once more—
Lucifer activates his digital arrow. Shoots directly at Netco's skater core.
Follow-up: Bow strike—center mass—then a clean upward kick to the jaw.
Netco crashes into the cage wall.
Faint.
Anchor Announce
"Winner of Match 7 th — Luci Fet!"
"Next match: Luci Fet vs Grimo — Match 17, Bracket 7!"
Judge Ranos leans into the mic:
"That wasn't just precision. That was nobility in motion."
Maertrata notes quietly:
"He's not here to compete. He's here to reclaim."
Host:
"We're here with Netco following his intense qualifier clash against Luci Fet. Netco, walk us through what just happened."
Netco, visibly bruised but smiling faintly:
"I've been in the arena for 12 years. Qualified for the semifinals once, got knocked out by Dirak. But I've never faced an arrow fighter like Luci."
"He dodged everything. Waited. Watched. Didn't rush. And just when I speed-charged head-on, he shattered my skates mid-run. Broke my composition like splitting glass. Before I even knew what hit me, his bow came down like a hammer and bam—I was flying."
"Most arrow users? They go for headshots or heartshots. It's predictable. But this guy? He rewrote the playbook. Precision timing, tactical restraint, arena awareness. It was the cleanest counterstrike I've seen in years."
"I'm heading off now, gotta prep for Match 25 against Kusera. But I'll be watching that Luci-Grimo match. That kid's not just skilled… he's changing the game."
Strategic Room – 2 Minutes Before Match 17
Backstage prep zone, Poktia Arena 108
Viron (tension in his voice):
"Lucifer... what was that plan you pulled? You took Netco out like you saw the fight five minutes ahead."
Lucifer, calmly sipping water:
"Rookie academy tricks, Viron.
Timing and placement—standard Ivata Archer syllabus."
"We trained on frontline engagements back at Angel Kingdom, starting at age 12. You think we're all just long-range babysitters?"
Viron (wide-eyed):
"So archers can go toe-to-toe?"
Lucifer (smirking):
"If you know how to aim before you attack—not while you attack."
Arena alarm buzzes—Match 17 begins in 60 seconds
Lucifer tosses Viron his bottle:
"Keep this chilled. I'll need it when I'm done."
Match 17 – Luci Avre Fet vs Grimo
Crowd chanting: "GRIMO! GRIMO!","GRIMO! GRIMO!"
Grimo's Appearance:
Black-skinned tank build Small reactive shield (left arm) Massive digital shield (right) Red-styled hair, armor glowing in deep maroon pulses
Lucifer's Gear:
Gradient white-blue hair flowing Crimson combat suit Magica Perex watch synced Bow and arrow, eyes locked
Lucifer: "Let's begin."
Grimo: "Left shield: TAUNT Mode—Activated."
Lucifer's weapon auto-aim redirects suddenly.
—He notices the shift.
Tactical Move:
Fires 3 arrows into Grimo's left shield Vaults behind Grimo mid-shot Distraction successful
Grimo shatters the arrows—looks ahead—Lucifer vanished.
Camera pans upward—Lucifer airborne.
HEADSHOT x5 — arrows pierce with surgical rhythm.
Grimo collapses. Unconscious.
System Announcement:
"Winner: Luci Avre Fet — advancing to Bracket 7 Semifinals!"
Crowd stunned. Analysts speechless.
Post-Fight Note
Lucifer grabs a tray in Poktia Canteen, nods to Viron.
"Tomorrow—Semifinals. Match vs Helfa. After Hour 3. Bracket 7 Final."
Scene: Retro Café – 5hr Night Shift
Lucifer and Viron step into the neon-lit Retro Café, jackets still dusty from the arena's chaos. It's quiet but charged—like the city's holding its breath.
Owner (Mr. Petros) walks out from behind the counter, face lit with pride.
🫂 He hugs Lucifer tightly.
"You did great in the qualifiers, my boy. You're proving the Fet family blood with every move."
"I never told you this… but your bloodline—they were archers. Precision masters, not just fighters."
Lucifer nods, quietly absorbing the truth like an arrow finding its mark.
"Now go, your shift starts. I'll talk to you at 9hr night."
🕘 9hr Night – A Quiet Gift
The café glows softly under starlight. zebeth , now wearing a nostalgic smile, hands Lucifer a wrapped parcel and a steaming bag.
"Here—veg burgers, your favorite. Go home, eat, and sleep. Tomorrow is important."
He pauses.
"And this… take it."
He unwraps a polished bow and a shimmering arrow pulsing faintly with AI light.
"This is the Ultimate Phoenix Arrow and Bow—a premium Fet family treasure. Only your bloodline can activate it. Tomorrow, use it. It may just rewrite your fate."
Lucifer clutches it, eyes gleaming—not just from surprise, but from something older.
The air is heavy with grilled spice and dust from passing bus . Abandoned farm Lucifer leans on the rooftop railing. Viron, eyes narrowed, finally speaks.
Viron: "Why would Owner Zebeth give you that bow and arrow? It's pure Fet family gear. But your name... it's a fake, Luci. We came here to find missing train , not blood heirs. We're here to investigate the about your father Martin Kaito not carry any others lineage weapons. So—how did you tame it?"
Lucifer doesn't flinch.
Lucifer: "It's because the bow resonated.
I'm Lucifer, from Tera Earth,, mana crown Angel Spell – 35th Circle Unbroken Seal."
He grips the AI-forged bow. The symbols on it flicker like heartbeat pulsesAI Bow voice emerges, ancient yet mechanical:
"You are not the registered blood heir. But you've shown clarity of purpose.
I will activate my Phoenix Protocol. Use me for good.
From now on, I bind to your spirit. I will continue your bloodline."
A quiet silence.
Lucifer turns back to Viron, eyes softer now.
"Let's sleep. This bow is mine now, not by name… but by choice.
Tomorrow, no one can call me fake.
This bow follows my wish—and my will."
They descend into the café quietly, the rooftop light catching only the faint shimmer of feathers along the AI Arrow's spine.