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the last brith

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The story follows a boy named Ren, who escapes from a mysterious place where he had been trapped for a long time, only to find himself in a strange world ruled by danger and forgotten memories. There, he is forced into a destiny that demands the sacrifice of his freedom.
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Chapter 1 - THe Yellow zone

The Last Breath

Title: The Yellow Zone

Chapter: The Dragon Forest

At sunset—

In that fragile moment between light and shadow, the mountains and valleys lay beneath a heavy shroud of dust, hiding the earth's features and filling the air with suffocating grains.

Two children ran in fear toward the edge of a rocky cliff.

Their feet stumbled over stones, hearts pounding as if they would burst from terror.

Above them, in the clouded sky, a strange dragon twisted through the air—its body appearing like a grotesque fusion of many creatures, welded together in a sickly form.

Ren—the younger brother—and Renzo—the elder—halted near the cliff's edge.

Suddenly…

The dragon veered off its course!

From behind it, a mysterious figure appeared.

From his back, grotesque shapes emerged—hands, each hand carrying a dragon's head that slithered like serpents.

Renzo stepped back, his eyes burning with fury as he glared at the abomination.

"The Beast of the Forest…"

he growled, clenching his fist.

In a flash, a scorching beam shot from one of those hands, slicing the hill in two!

Before the explosion could reach them, Renzo lunged forward, shoving his younger brother Ren aside, desperate to shield him.

The mountain erupted.

The children were hurled into the sky, each falling in a different direction…

Each swallowed by a separate sea, divided by waves of dust, water—and fate.

Ren—the younger—

sank deep into waters of a strange hue… a dark, violet shade.

He tried to raise his hand, searching for light, for air…

But his breath faded, and his vision blurred, as though the world itself was dimming before his eyes.

Then—

A sudden flash. A fleeting glimpse.

—Ren imagining, or perhaps remembering—

Through the haze, a burning house appeared.

Its walls were charred, the roof about to collapse.

Dust filled the air as flames devoured the furniture…

A silent image, like a memory… or perhaps a message from an unknown future.

[Smash cut to black.]