EXT. CRATER EDGE – HELL (Present)
The domain trembled as the last fragments of Ozyth's crater collapsed into the abyss. Ash spiraled upward in violent storms, thunder rolling across the broken horizon.
Cassian stirred weakly in Kairo's arms, her breathing ragged, crimson streaks running down her lips.
Cassian: Kairo... why? Why did you save me? Who are you... really?
Kairo said nothing. His steps were measured, his eyes forward, his silence heavier than any answer.
Cassian's thoughts burned with disbelief. She had awakened, given everything, nearly died for the victory—and yet Ozyth fell to a single strike. Who is Kairo Veyra?
A radiant flare split the sky. Sigils of light burned across the ash storm as Gabriel's voice thundered across Hell.
Gabriel (Voice): Hear me, chosen of mankind. The 8th Sigil, Ozyth the Tyrant, has fallen! By the hands of Cassian Damaris—the 6th Herald of Crimson—and Kairo Veyra, Rank #1 of the chosen!
Across the broken plains, survivors erupted in shouts of victory, their blades flashing with renewed vigor even as they fought through swarms of snarling demons.
Survivor A: Cassian! She did it!
Survivor B: Kairo's unstoppable!
Survivor C: Humanity still has hope!
The war cry spread like wildfire, echoing through the collapsing domain. Every strike grew heavier, every defense stronger.
EXT. FALLEN RIDGE – HELL (Moments Later)
Kairo strode down the ridge, Cassian limp in his arms. Survivors battling nearby faltered at the sight. Some lowered their weapons for a heartbeat, stunned at the calm figure who carried their broken comrade as though the chaos itself bowed to him.
Survivor A (shaken): That aura...
Survivor B: Cassian's alive... but he—he didn't even bleed.
The clash of steel and roars of demons filled the air again, but all eyes followed him.
Then—shouts broke out from the edge of the battlefield. Through the haze of ash and broken stone, ten new figures advanced, battered but unyielding.
The survivors froze, disbelief spreading through their ranks.
Survivor C: No... impossible. They escaped the capture?
At their head walked a tall figure in a torn black coat. His steps were deliberate, his gaze colder than steel—Dimitri Dunyasha.
The pressure of his presence weighed heavier than the ash storms. The ground itself seemed to bend beneath his stride.
Survivor A (whispering): That aura... unnatural.
Survivor B: He's stronger than us. Stronger than Cassian.
Survivor C (grim): Maybe even... Kairo.
Kairo slowed, his eyes narrowing. Dimitri's gaze met his—a clash without words. The battlefield itself seemed to hold its breath as two forces of absolute will acknowledged one another.
EXT. BATTLEFIELD EDGE – HELL (Later)
The clash between demons and the chosen raged on, but a circle had formed in the midst of chaos. On one side, the survivors who had endured Gabriel's trials. On the other, the ten who had escaped capture, each scarred in ways no one could measure.
Weapons dripped with blood, armor cracked, but suspicion was sharper than steel.
Survivor A: If they weren't tested... what are they?
Survivor B: Stronger. Or corrupted.
Dimitri said nothing. His eyes were glacial, his aura pressing down like frost. The others behind him remained silent too, their presence darker than words.
Kairo placed Cassian gently upon the ground, her body trembling but alive. She turned her head, vision hazy, but her eyes caught the silent storm between Kairo and Dimitri.
Kairo: Ozyth is gone. That is victory. But do not mistake this place for mercy. The other Sigils will not wait.
His words rang across the battlefield—sharp, precise, absolute.
EXT. BROKEN PASS – HELL (Nightfall)
Away from the center, blades clashed with a different fury. Arven and Grace stood apart, steel in hand, their movements sharp and personal.
Arven: I still don't trust you.
Grace: Then stop pretending, Arven. Show me.
Their swords struck, sparks flying as the two carved space out of the chaos. It wasn't survival. It was betrayal, mistrust, and a wound too deep to heal.
Nearby survivors turned their heads, watching even as they fought demons. Kairo's gaze lingered on the clash, unreadable. Dimitri's cold eyes narrowed, silent judgment in the storm.
Above them, the ash sky cracked once more, a distant roar reverberating across Hell. Something darker stirred beyond Ozyth's fall.
To be continued...