A week after Gojo's
sealing, the skies above Volcandor bled red,
The Spartans gathered at the Flaming Table an ancient obsidian slab, pulsing with light, There, the monk's second message appeared:
"When the seal shakes... remember your code,"
Sparta.stone stood,
"It's time,"
And Spartapopi laughed not from joy, but from depth, His laughter echoed, celestial and unfiltered,
The Hunter's Code
ignited, Golden glyphs wrapped their auras, imprinting strength, clarity, and unity. Their forearms shone with runes, their eyes flickered with purpose.
A moment of silence.
Then the monk's voice whispered in the wind:
"You are ready,"
From the deep south, a clawed hand rose from a fissure, The Crackedhead Crue had awoken