Location Sequence:
Time: 10:00 hrs – Poktia Arena, Bracket 1 Qualifier Match
Fatmo vs Luci Avero Fet
🎥 Live Broadcast Feed – Arena Caged Zone Activated
Combatants Enter
Fatmo steps into the cage—towering at 35 years, dark-skinned, armored in hybrid Werewolf-style Battle Gear.
Left arm: Clawy Gauntlets Full body: Ferox Armor with AI Reflex Claws
His gait is primal. Crowd pulses with excitement.
Lucifer, alias Luci Avero Fet, enters with calm precision. Phoenix Bow glows on his wrist, synced to spirit protocol.
Match Commences
Fatmo launches forward, feral speed active, claws sweeping in front.
Lucifer runs tight along the cage wall—executing a 360-degree orbit maneuver, arrows flying mid-run.
Fatmo counters, spinning and shredding every arrow using clawy defense grid.
Lucifer slides to a halt—fires a single heavy arrow targeting the center mass.
Fatmo catches it mid-flight with his claw.
Lucifer reloads—fires again at the exact spot.
Impact: arrow ricochets softly. Fatmo tightens grip.
"Too weak," Fatmo growls.
But Lucifer narrows his eyes—
"Phoenix Split — Arrow Protocol." 🕊️
The arrow ignites and splits into eight shards mid-air, each one glowing with AI flame.
Piercing Sequence Triggered:
Two shards slice Fatmo's claw defense Remaining arrows strike key armor points Fatmo collapses—knocked out as traps short-circuit
Lucifer steps to the mic:
"That was an advanced technique—Arrow Piercing Trickshot.
Designed for claw-type armor lockdowns."
Crowd erupts. Analysts stunned.
System Announcement:
"Winner: Luci Avero Fet."
"Advances to Bracket 1 — Match 20: Luci Avero Fet vs Hanki."
ocation Sequence:
Time: 12:00 hrs – Poktia Arena (Post 2-Hour Break)
Luci Avero Fet vs Hanki — Bracket 1 Match 20
The Clash Begins
Hanki strides forward—a cool, calculated Dual-Wielder with hybrid reflexes and AI-forged blades.
With barely a gesture, he throws one sword at Lucifer.
Lucifer dodges mid-spin, countering with a triple-arrow volley—tight angles, timed precision.
Hanki intercepts, activating his second sword's AI core to slice through all three arrows in a blur.
Blade-Bow Exchanges
Lucifer lunges with his bow—aiming directly at Hanki's weapon arms.
Parry after parry, Hanki deflects each impact, rotating his blades like a mechanical whirlwind.
Lucifer suddenly fires one arrow at Hanki's lead foot—just as Hanki rushes forward.
The arrow grazes down—stalling Hanki's stride.
Skyborne Sequence
Lucifer uses the pause—kicks Hanki twice, sending him airborne.
With Hanki mid-air, Lucifer fires a massive kinetic arrow upward.
Hanki blocks with Blade 1, stabilizing mid-flight.
Lucifer fires a second big arrow—Hanki counters with Blade 2, pressing both arrows in a standoff.
Split Phoenix Protocol Activated
Lucifer whispers the trigger—
"Split Phoenix — Threefold Arrow."
A luminous arrow splits mid-air—eight shards scatter, glowing like embers.
Two big arrows are destroyed, but four shards remain. As Hanki descends, Lucifer fires a final frontal arrow.
Headshot Ending
Hanki hurls one blade forward—intercepts the frontal arrow.
But before he lands—a Phoenix shard curves through and strikes a headshot.
Crowd silence... then uproar.
System Announcement:
"Winner: Luci Avero Fet."
"Qualifies for Bracket 1 – Round 3."
Want the next part to focus on match analytics, or shift into backstage sequences with political intrigue and spell rigging theories? Or maybe Viron uncovers ghost-signal anomalies from previous contestants? Let's keep pushing the narrative depth—this arc's got cinematic momentum.
Announcement System Echoes Across Poktia Arena 108
"🏆 Winner of Bracket 1 Match 20 — Luci Avero Fet."
"Advances to Sector MAC35 — next stage qualifiers."
Cheers ripple through the crowd. The day's matches end on a blazing note.
Schedule Broadcast – Arena Update:
"All rounds for today now officially concluded.
Contestants must report tomorrow morning 10:00 hrs at the Arena Hall of Poktia 108 for Bracket 1 continuation."
Commentator Closing Feed:
"And now… an anticipated clash awaits.
Luci Avero Fet vs Defera — the former runner-up of the Poktia League, known for speed-style weapon switching and tactical reversals."
Lucifer walks calmly out of the cage, Phoenix Bow resting lightly on his shoulder. His eyes scan the upcoming bracket layout—his next battle isn't just skill. It's status.
"One day left before Defera tries to rewrite her title. But I plan to rewrite this arena."
Retro Café – 5:00 PM
The warm glow of hanging bulbs dances across polished counters and espresso machines. Lucifer wipes down a table while Viron reprograms the ambient music system—light jazz filtered through interdimensional signals.
The usual crowd is thinning when the bell above the café door chimes gently. A tall figure walks in, coat folded like smoke, carrying the scent of old parchment and gunpowder.
Lucifer turns, narrowing his eyes.
"Detective Kuro," he says quietly. "Or should I say... Kurogane?"
The man stops, then smiles—same face, same aura. But today, he plays the part of an author.
"You work here now?" Kuro says, amused.
Lucifer shrugs. "I like coffee. And quiet corners."
Kurogane nods, settling into a stool by the window.
"This café suits you. I've been using it to keep cover. Writer by hobby, military executive by paperwork. But the truth… still lingers."
Lucifer leans over the counter, voice lowered.
"So you're still running black ops from behind book signings?"
Kuro's smile sharpens.
"If you need gear, something that won't flag you in the system… come tonight. Nine o'clock. I'll be ready."
He passes a hand-written slip across the counter. No address. Just coordinates.
"You're Luci Avero Fet. Arena participant, anomaly tracker, and a walking mystery. You'll need tools that match your purpose—not your performance."
Lucifer nods, slipping the note into his apron pocket. The café hums on. Viron glances up, sensing the tension, but says nothing.
"I'll be there," Lucifer says quietly. "Let's see what you're really offering."
Lucifer and Viron come to Kare Town House—a big wooden building marked with the military symbol of Futurestoc.
Inside, Kurogane is speaking with Mayor Dirak.
"There are many cases arising," Kurogane says. "We need strong detectives. I recommend these two: Mr. Dirak, meet Luci avare Fet and Viro Fet—secret Fet family detectives."
Dirak raises an eyebrow and laughs.
"These two? Isn't Lucifer competing in the arena? He challenged me saying he'll win. If he's a detective, he's wasting time. Kurogane, don't fake this."
Lucifer steps forward with a calm smile.
"Oh, so the mayor can waste time in arenas—but we can't? Isn't that right, Mr. Kurogane?"
Kurogane turns to him sharply.
"Lucifer, be serious. He's our country's mayor."
Lucifer leans in, whispering low.
"Even kings don't matter to me. I am Sir Lucifer—and I've come for a case."
Kurogane goes silent, stunned.
"Dirak… let's talk tomorrow," he says quickly. "I need to speak with Lucifer and Viron privately."
Dirak nods and walks to his car without a word. The engine hums, and the wooden house falls quiet once more.
Lucifer asks Kuro,
"Where are all the missing people? Why are you the only one here?"
Kuro replies,
"I was separated by that train and fell here. Your father—Martin Kaito—pushed me."