The Resistance entered a massive chamber where seven colossal doors glowed with ancient, shifting symbols. Maria's twin pistols gleamed at her hips. A hovering glyph read: 33rd Degree Dimensions. Jessica whispered, "This isn't a network… it's a cathedral." Maria lightly gripped her dual pistols. Ghali Salah guided Eden behind them. Seven doors for seven judges. One door still sealed.
Each door pulsed with a distinct emblem: Soul, Blood, Machine, Storm, Chains, Silence, and the Seventh blank. Valgor noted, "Six open… the last one sleeps." Walid pressed on the Seventh; golden sparks repelled him. Maria twirled a pistol with expert precision. Eden shivered. Not all truths want to be found.
The six doors opened simultaneously, releasing swirling mist. Basim stepped forward, hooded, dagger at his waist. Maria moved with poised grace, twin pistols cocked. Thano the Iron Hammer raised his massive fists. Caline d'Akama Soulbreaker brandished a golden staff with skull charms. Saints not of mercy, but conquest.
Alister the Blood Artist dragged his dripping chain. "I'll paint the floor with your ghosts," he whispered. Maria leveled her pistols. "Then I'll erase your canvas." Basim addressed Lacolone: "I've waited for your soul storm." Lacolone cracked his knuckles, katana spinning. Pairs chosen not by chance, but design.
Combat pairings formed: Basim vs Lacolone, Maria vs Jessica, Valgor vs Thano, Walid vs Caline, Maya vs Alister. Eden trembled behind. Ghali Salah muttered prayers. Lacolone smirked. "Too far to kneel now." Basim replied softly: "We were never kneeling." Five battles. Five doors. One destiny.
Basim spun his dagger, cloak billowing. Lacolone's aura flickered, katana ready. Basim murmured, "Blade is nothing without breath." Lacolone responded, "Then breathe your last." Assassin and storm, schools of death.
Maria dual-wielded shining pistols, barrels glowing faintly. Jessica drew plasma pistols etched with rebellion symbols. Maria smirked, "Ready to dance with the storm?" She spun, firing arcs of bullets like a fiery ballet. Jessica dodged bursts of silver prayers. Twin guns blazing—a deadly symphony.
Thano slammed his fists, cracking diamond tiles. Valgor summoned Thunderbrand bolts. "Diamonds shatter under my knuckles," Thano grinned. "Let's test your conductivity," Valgor replied. Lightning clashed with fists. Force and force, oldest dialect.
Caline spun her golden staff, releasing soul echoes. Walid manifested crimson Veilward shields. "I break souls, not bodies," Caline warned. "Then you'll find mine harder than iron," Walid said. Energy flared as staff struck shield. Forgiveness-forged armor meets oblivion staff.
Alister swung his blood chain, carving sigils. Maya pulled red firewalls. "Every link a confession," Alister said. "Here's your final testimony," Maya answered. Chain and code collided. Blood and code rewrite reality.
Basim darted, dagger seeking pressure points. "Knives against mankind's cancer," he whispered. Lacolone's eyes flashed. Riftquake punch shattered the floor. Basim danced to evade. Two creeds of salvation clashing.
Maria flipped midair, firing synchronized rounds carving shadows. Jessica fired silver prayers, dodging. Maria burst rapid fire, a deadly artwork. Jessica snarled, "That it?" Maria reloaded with flair, tossing the clip. Stylish gunslinger meets rebel fire.
Thano smashed pillars. Valgor absorbed blows, countering. "Pain is my forge," Thano said. "So is mine," Valgor replied. Shockwaves and diamond dust flew. Titans hammered destiny's anvil.
Caline ripped auras, extracting memories as ghosts. Walid shouted fallen names. His shield flared a crimson dome. Caline recoiled. Walid struck with a soul burst. Memory weaponized salvation.
Alister summoned a spectral blood vortex. Maya hacked it into burning code. Alister screamed as the chain lightened. "Victims free themselves," Maya said. Artist and hacker rewrite.
The Seventh Door trembled amid the battles. Eden watched, heart pounding. The door whispered a name. "It's tied to you," Ghali Salah said. Eden backed away trembling. One door rejects but the unwilling.
A giant shadow loomed above the battlefield, Elito's silhouette beyond the gates. "The Grand Lord awaits," a voice echoed. Basim smiled mid-fight. "The chrysalis cracks…" Lacolone punched Basim backward. Maya gasped at the shadow. The architect finally stirred.
All five battles exploded in chaos—shockwaves, codes, blood chains, plasma bolts. The Seventh Door pulsed heartbeat-like; a throne outline and Elito's fiery eyes were visible.
Six battles rage for survival. The Seventh Door waits for its chosen. Beyond it, the Grand Lord dreams—or awakens.