[Scene: country side outside Mercedes]
[Time: midday]
[Atmosphere: bright,tense]
A loud bang echoes across the land.
Jurgen head snaps up.
His eyes sharpen,not with fear, but focus.
"…Hana."
Across the field, Hana straightens, brushing dust from her sleeves.
She looks at him ,expecting more.
He says nothing.
His gaze is already fixed on the horizon.
Hana's lips part slightly.
"…You're going toward it, aren't you?"
He doesn't look back.
"Of course."
A pause.
The wind howls between them.
She forces a small smile.
"Then I'm coming too."
For a second ,just a second,something flickers in his eyes.
But it's gone.
"Do what you want."
His tone was cold yet strained.
The cold wind brushing against his face.
He quickened his pace towards the source of the bang.
"Jur…gen"
Behind him,Hana voice wavered.
Her fingers tightened around her collar.
She followed steadily behind him.
The bangs get louder the closer they get.
Her expression hardened.
They reached the ridge.
Another powerful explosion tore through the distance causing vibrations that shook the earth.
Hana froze.
Far below…two figures clashed violently.
Blurs.
One bursts forward.
The other looking almost inhuman,slid back across shattered stones.
A shocked wave rippled through the distance.
The dust rose,swallowing their shapes.
"They're…fighting" Hana whispered.
Another loud impact.
A piercing sound surged across the entire field.
The ground beneath their feet trembled.
A ray of pure energy cut through the smoke.
he narrowed his eyes.
"…that's not normal Reira"
More explosions shatters the earth.
The dust grew more,making it harder to see the figures.
A pause.
The battle field grew Eerily quiet.
Jurgen body movement flickers.
The area grew tenser.
He stepped in front of Hana.
His stance was sharp, defensive.
Every muscle ready.
Suddenly.
The atmosphere grew eerie,almost like the world was holding its breath.
The winds shifted,brushing their faces with unnatural force..
The earth trembled.
Small stones skittered all around.
Jurgen crouched slightly,his muscles and body tenses up even more.
"Something's about to happen" he whispered.
There,high above, where the sky should have stretched unbroken.
Something lingered.
An ominous presence, unseen yet undeniable, pulling at the very air with a violent insistence.
The atmosphere bent toward it, dragged inward as though caught in the grasp of an invisible gravity.
Wind currents twisted and collapsed, spiraling upward in erratic streams, dust and debris lifting from the battlefield below and vanishing into its massive pull.
Far beneath, suspended over the scarred expanse of the battlefield, the other shadow remained.
It did not move.
It did not waver.
It simply hung there,impossibly still,like a stain pressed into reality itself, untouched by the chaos unraveling around it. Even the wind seemed to part around it, refusing to disturb its presence.
…and then.
The sky broke.
A ray of imperial energy tore downward from the heavens, vast and unrelenting, its descent absolute.
Light did not merely shine,it pressed, dense and suffocating, as though the weight of a sovereign decree had been cast upon the world.
The air screamed as it parted, space itself warping under the force of its arrival.
Crushing.
The ground below buckled in anticipation, fractures racing outward before impact even came.
And for a fleeting, dreadful instant.
It felt as though the world itself was being forced to kneel.
The massive explosion thundered across the land.
Dust and debris shot into the sky like shrapnel.
The ground trembled violently beneath their feet.
Small stones skittered across the cracked earth.
Hana staggered back, shielding her eyes.
Jurgen's muscles tensed, every sense on high alert.
What in the hell is happening…
The wind howled, carrying the echo of destruction. A massive explosion throughout the area.
A huge silence fell.
Slowly the dust settled.
The deafening echo faded into silence.
Wait… something caught the light.
That necklace,I've seen it somewhere before.
The figure slowly emerged from the debris battered but no fatal injuries.
That robe…
that lining…
there's no mistaking it…
thats Nemesio Aurelius…
Hana tugged at Jurgen's shirt and pointed towards the other side of the battlefield.
Figures rushed down towards the standing victor.
Shouts of praise erupted across the vast field.
"HE DID IT!…LORD NEMESIO DID IT…"
"HE WON."
Hana gaze shifted to Jurgen.
Eyes widened.
"Lord Nemesio?"