INT. GLOBAL NEWS NETWORK – LIVE STUDIO – NIGHT
Red banners crawl across the bottom of every broadcast screen: THREE OF THE ESCAPED "CHOSEN" DEAD BY SUICIDE – WORLD LEADERS TO HOLD EMERGENCY SUMMIT.
Behind the anchor, images loop—candlelight vigils, burning effigies, soldiers boarding transport planes, and endless lines of tanks gathering near the Halo Portals.
Anchor: Tonight, fear spreads faster than answers. Families demand explanations. Armies across the world mobilize as the United Nations prepares an unprecedented summit of every head of state. The question remains—why only one hundred, and why must humanity pay the price?
EXT. ROME – ST. PETER'S SQUARE – NIGHT
Thousands kneel in the rain, rosaries clutched, chanting in unison.
Crowd (chanting): Bring them home. Bring them home.
Bells toll. A priest raises his hands toward the bleeding clouds.
Priest: Lord, if these are your chosen, give us the strength to bear the loss.
EXT. NEW YORK – TIMES SQUARE – SAME TIME
Police barricades strain against a sea of protesters.
Signs flash under neon lights: "WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN CHOSEN" – "GABRIEL SHOW YOUR FACE" – "HUMANITY DOES NOT CONSENT."
A young woman stands on a taxi roof, megaphone shaking in her grip.
Protester: Three are dead because they weren't "worthy" enough for a game we never agreed to!
The crowd roars, hurling bottles against the barriers.
INT. GENEVA – UNITED NATIONS SUMMIT HALL – NIGHT
Every president, prime minister, and monarch of the modern world crowds a vast circular chamber. Military advisors and interpreters line the walls. The air smells of sweat and steel.
U.N. Secretary-General: Order! This assembly is now in emergency session.
Screens behind her flicker with satellite images of the Hell Portals—black maws glowing like dying suns.
President of the United States: We cannot remain passive. If these portals open again, our species may end.
Premier of China: Then we strike. Prepare every weapon, every soldier.
Prime Minister of Japan: Strike where? At what? Do we even know who Gabriel is?
Arguments erupt—strategies, accusations, prayers—until the Secretary-General pounds the gavel like a gunshot.
U.N. Secretary-General: Then we agree on this—unite the world's armies. Every nation. Every weapon. We stand together.
EXT. VARIOUS MILITARY BASES – MONTAGE
Across deserts, tundras, and oceans, the planet readies for war.
—Columns of tanks grind across frozen plains toward the nearest portal.
—Rows of fighter jets roar into the night sky, contrails streaking like silver scars.
—Nuclear warheads are loaded into hidden silos, keys turned but not yet twisted.
—Soldiers of every flag—Americans beside Russians, Koreans beside Iranians—stand shoulder to shoulder beneath a single United Earth banner.
Narration: Humanity had never been so united—nor so terrified.
INT. UNKNOWN LOCATION – EARTH – GABRIEL'S OFFICE – NIGHT
Far above the chaos, Gabriel stands before a wall of screens.
Every city, every prayer, every scream plays at once.
Blue light bathes his face in a serene glow.
Narration: The world begged, cursed, bargained. Gabriel listened as a maestro listens to an orchestra—measuring not sound, but faith.
Gabriel: softly Fear sharpens belief. Despair tempers resolve. Good. They will be ready when the final trumpet sounds.
He clasps his hands behind his back, eyes tracing the panic on the screens like a painter admiring his canvas.
Gabriel: Soldiers, weapons, prayers, protests... all perfect pieces.
He smiles faintly, almost fatherly.
Gabriel: Continue, humanity. Prove you deserve salvation.
Outside, the planet trembles—missiles primed, armies aligned, prayers whispered through clenched teeth.
To be continued...