Scene: Impaled Zone
Location: Quiet clearing, early morning mist still hanging low
Time: Shortly after Max finishes his test, the others still half-dozing around the camp
[Enme Seiko] stood alone, eyes closed, fingertips brushing the ancient runes on her Calamity Shield. The wind was still, expectant.
Enme (muttering):
"Alright… time to see what you bastards did to me."
Her HUD flickered, displaying a newly unlocked ability:
[Unlocked] — IMPALED ZONE
A zone of spiritual impalement. Any target that enters is assaulted by thousands of spectral spears.
[Warning: Offensive Type — Lethality Level: High]
Enme's brow twitched.
Enme:
"Wait… Offensive?"
She stepped back, surprised. She had spent her whole life creating shields. Walls. Seals. Things that protected. But this…
She took a deep breath and raised one hand.
Enme (flat):
"Impaled Zone."
A thunderclap of silence. Then—
With a shrieking sound, the air inside a 20-foot radius around her fractured like glass. Dozens — then hundreds — of green, semi-transparent spiritual spears erupted from the ground, from the air, from the very fabric of space.
The zone shimmered with malevolent energy. Each spear hovered for a second… then thrust violently toward the center, impaling nothing, yet radiating death.
The ground beneath her cracked. Trees around her bent from the spiritual pressure.
Enme (stunned):
"That… wasn't a barrier."
The spears vanished. The silence returned. She slowly turned back toward the others in the camp.
Enme (to herself, shaken):
"That was a massacre field… and I'm the one who made it."
She lowered her hand, heart pounding. For once, the Princess of Seals wasn't the shield.
She was the executioner.
Scene: Sentinel Halo — The Crown of Execution
Location: Same clearing — ash still settling from Impaled Zone
Time: Moments later, the sun piercing through the early mist
Enme stood amidst the remnants of her unleashed violence. The wind was sharper now — like it feared her.
Then her HUD flickered again.
[Unlocked] — SENTINEL HALO
Twelve razor-thin blades orbit her body like satellites.
Auto-reactive: slices anything threatening with surgical precision.
Manual sync: Chains together for devastating combo attacks.
Her fingers twitched instinctively. Her instincts screamed shield. But her body — her new instincts — demanded precision.
With a slow exhale, she raised her hand.
Enme (quietly):
"Sentinel Halo… Activate."
Twelve blades ignited into existence around her in perfect geometric formation — a glowing, ethereal halo of emerald light and spectral steel. They floated around her like silent judges.
Then—
SHING!
One of the blades darted out with impossible speed, splitting a falling leaf in two before it hit the ground.
Another blade shifted as a bird flew too close — a warning pass, not an attack, but enough to make the forest go silent again.
Enme (whispering):
"So… these are mine now?"
With a thought, she snapped her wrist.
All twelve blades broke formation — swirling into a spiral like a chain whip, shooting forward like a serpent and wrapping around a thick boulder.
CRACK—
The boulder shattered into dust as the blades retracted with clockwork precision, returning to orbit.
Enme (soft smirk):
"Auto-guard. Remote attack. Area denial. Chain style melee. Sentinel Halo… you're mine now."
She tried a sequence — calling out each number like a conductor:
Enme:
"Blade 3 — suppress. Blade 6, vertical arc. 2 and 11, flank."
The blades followed perfectly. The formation bent, then snapped forward, striking multiple phantom marks around the clearing with mathematical perfection.
Then she clenched her fist.
The blades collapsed back into a single circling ring — elegant, glowing, silent.
Her eyes narrowed, cold and proud.
Enme (quiet):
"I was a wall. Now I'm a guillotine."
Scene: Pre-Programmed Violence — Enme's Combat Instincts Awaken
Location: Same forest clearing, blades humming around her
Time: Moments after Sentinel Halo demonstration
Enme stood still. Her hands were lowered, but the Sentinel Halo around her continued spinning lazily — twelve spectral blades orbiting her like a celestial crown.
Then her HUD pinged again.
[Skill Recognized] — ORBIT SHREDDER
All blades enter high-velocity rotation, forming a mobile buzzsaw ring.
Automatically intercepts incoming projectiles or enemies in close range.
[Skill Recognized] — CHAIN HALO WHIP
Manual override of blade formation. Converts blades into linked whip-form for rapid slashing or entrapment.
Enme (blinking):
"Wait… I didn't select these."
She recalled the attack patterns she'd just used — the spiral whip, the multi-point strike — and realization dawned.
Enme:
"I already used them. My body… it moved on its own."
She extended her hand again.
Command: Orbit Shredder.
The blades whirred to life, spinning faster and faster until they blurred — a glowing, circular saw of destruction. It floated around her in a constant loop, slicing nearby branches into perfect wafers as they fell.
Then she shouted:
Enme:
"Chain Halo Whip!"
Immediately, the halo broke — the blades linking into a shimmering green chain of slashing energy. She swung her arm, and the whip lashed out, wrapping around a tree. With a twist of her wrist—
THWACK—CRACK!
—The tree split diagonally, falling silently in two.
She stared at the destruction for a beat, then glanced down at her hands.
Enme (half-smiling, half-shaken):
"These aren't new skills… they were buried in my muscle memory. My instincts… they've evolved."
She stood in silence as her Sentinel Halo reverted to its idle formation.
Behind her, a single blade hovered close — like it understood her now.
Enme (whispering):
"I'm not just a barrier anymore."
Her fingers closed into a fist.
"I'm the sentence."
Scene: "Death Dances in Orbit" — Enme Unleashes Her Final Halo Techniques
Setting: The broken tree still smolders. Enme exhales.
Time: Twilight. The other Chosen watch from a respectful distance.
Her HUD blinked again. New skills — auto-installed like muscle memory snapping into place.
[Skill Recognized] — RICOCHET EXECUTION
Sentinel Halo blades lock onto multiple enemies. Each blade ricochets at hypersonic speed, bouncing from target to target until all are neutralized.
Scene: Forest Dissonance – Unlocking Guillotine Waltz
Location: A forgotten grove deep within a misty forest. Bioluminescent vines coil around crooked trees. The ground is soft with moss, and the only sounds are distant birds and the rhythmic buzz of insects. Pale sunlight filters through cracks in the canopy like needles of glass.
Enme stood alone in the glade.
The air was thick with silence, the kind that didn't just linger — it watched.
Twelve stone figures, roughly carved to resemble humanoid silhouettes, stood in a ring around her. She had placed them there herself, one at a time, each representing an enemy from her past — not for vengeance, but for reclamation.
Her voice was steady, yet quiet.
Enme (to herself)
"Let's see what this thing can really do..."
With a light breath, she extended her arm forward.
Behind her, her Sentinel Halo bloomed to life — the dozen circular rings emerging in perfect symmetry. They floated in a slow orbit, gleaming faintly with a soft, iridescent green glow that pulsed like a heartbeat.
She took a step forward.
Leaves shifted beneath her boots.
The moss reacted to her presence, gently glowing at her feet.
She touched her palm to the glowing core on her chest.
Enme (thinking)
"This input… it doesn't feel like anything I've used before."
Her HUD flickered.
ACTIVATING: HALO SPECTRE PROTOCOL...
RECONFIGURING BLADE RENDER...
PHASED ATTACK ENABLED.
The rings twitched.
Then — they vanished.
No wind. No noise. No slash.
Just... absence.
Enme froze, her violet eyes narrowing. She instinctively tilted her head.
The clearing had gone dead quiet.
Then—
The first ring phased silently through the nearest stone figure. No flash. No sound.
Nothing but a shiver that ran down her spine.
She turned slightly — just in time to feel the air displace as four more rings glided through the trees, tracing paths like ghosts drunk on precision. The monoliths trembled, but did not fall.
She glanced at her HUD.
GUARD BYPASS: CONFIRMED
SOUL LATTICE DESTABILIZED
[NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED]
NAME: Guillotine Waltz
Enme's pupils shrank.
Her breath hitched.
Enme (whispering)
"…A bypass attack… on the soul."
The rings, still invisible, continued moving — each one threading back toward her from different angles, silent as death.
Then the 12th ring reappeared.
It was glowing hot white with dark etchings along its edges — symbols that pulsed with power she didn't recognize. It vibrated faster than the eye could follow.
She instinctively braced.
The ring surged forward, spinning mid-air, and let out a crescent-shaped explosion of compressed force.
CRACKKK.
The final stone monolith — the one shaped most like her — split perfectly in half.
Enme stood there, unmoving.
No sweat. No trembling.
Just wide, focused eyes.
She walked toward the shattered monolith, crouching by the cut.
No physical cracks.
No burn marks.
It had been cleanly removed from existence — at the spiritual level.
Enme (softly)
"…You don't see the blades. You only feel what's missing."
A phrase formed in her mind, unbidden. The name of the skill whispered itself like an old lullaby:
"Guillotine Waltz."
She stood up, brushing moss from her knees.
The Sentinel Halo floated silently back into place, its rings now glimmering with a spectral sheen — as if pleased.
Enme exhaled slowly.
A breeze passed through the forest, causing the vines to glow slightly brighter, as if nature itself had acknowledged her evolution.
She smiled — small, subtle, rare.
Enme (quietly amused)
"I'm not just a barrier princess anymore."
She turned, stepping softly through the clearing as the forest swallowed the silence again.
Behind her, the broken monolith crumbled into leaves.
Enme (quietly, eyes narrowing):
"I didn't unlock these. I remembered them."
"These blades aren't weapons… they're dancers."
She took a step forward — then vanished in motion.
Her Sentinel Halo snapped into high-speed rotation.
Twelve blades launched outward, glowing with faint green trails.
THWING—WHIP—CRASH—SNAP!
Each blade ricocheted across the broken forest like a pinball of doom, bouncing off rocks, trees, air itself — until each blade returned, sheathing into position around her in flawless synchronicity.
[Ricochet Execution: Complete]
12/12 targets neutralized.
Precision: 100%
Zans (watching from afar, jaw slack):
"I blinked once and three trees died."
Max (folding arms):
"She just combo'd like a Soulsborne boss… with style."