In the morning, the world is stunned with the news , not by the news that imperial become an official red dot criminal but As the world feared… the headline no one wanted to read has arrived! Imperial Alden, now branded as a Red Dot Criminal, has thrown the world into chaos. The Summit of the Eleven Supreme Families has ended in unimaginable terror!
"Four of the Eleven — the Locke, the Reeve, the Ford, and the Hale — have been killed."
A single, damning picture captured by a crystal lens tells the story. In the grainy image, three shadowed figures stand amid the carnage. At the center — the infamous Imperial Alden, glaring directly into the lens, a crimson aura blazing. At his sides, two mysterious companions shrouded in mist.
The world freezes as this shocking news spreads. An Emperor in the making… or the harbinger of an age of terror? Whatever the case, one thing is certain: the Red Dot has been placed upon Imperial Alden. The world has turned upside down."
"Imperial Alden Declared the World's Newest Terror
Four of the Eleven Supreme Families Annihilated at the Grand Summit!"
"What was supposed to be a meeting of peace has been reduced to a scene from hell. The world awoke this morning to a headline that shook every shore, every kingdom, every heart:
Everyone I taking about it. From the commoner in market
In bustling streets, hands shook as the newspaper fluttered down from the messenger birds.
A fishmonger dropped his catch, jaw slack.
A mother pulled her child closer, horrified.
A drunken man fell from his chair, yelling, "The Alden boy?! He killed four supreme families?! What's happening to the world?"
A whisper passed from person to person like wildfire.
"Imperial Alden… the Red Mark… is this the end?"
Some nobles
A lord clenched the paper until it crumpled, voice shaking: "If Alden can kill four Supreme Families… who is safe anymore?"
The whispers rose until silence fell upon throne rooms across the lands. Even the royal soldiers
At fort gates, veteran soldiers exchanged wary glances.
A captain tightened the grip on his sword.
A grizzled general spoke only four words as he gazed at the headline: "The world has changed."
Far-Off Isles and Ports
In the mist-drenched docks, pirates roared with laughter.
"Imperial Alden?! Red Mark?! This boy has thrown the world into chaos!" one yelled, holding the paper high as the crew cheered.
Meanwhile, a quiet old sailor shook his head and muttered, "A storm is coming… one that will swallow the ruler of this world."
We see Dawn and Tracey rushing through the hall to the room where ari is staying for this summit, breathless, searching desperately.
"She's not here!" Tracey shouted, panic rising.
"She must be where they're keeping the bodies..." Dawn whispered.
They ran.
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[Scene: The Chamber of the Fallen]
There, they found Ari, kneeling beside the bodies of her parents. Her shoulders trembled with each sob, her hands clenched into fists on the cold stone floor. The room was silent except for her broken breathing.
All those years she'd searched, dreamed, hoped—only for this reunion to end in blood and grief.
And the man who helped her find them... was now the man accused of killing them.
A guard from one of the royal families suddenly raised his weapon at her.
"You're not even going to run?" he growled. "Still playing innocent?"
Before he could step forward, Dawn immediately moved between him and Ari.
"You're not pointing that thing at her," she said coldly.
Then a voice echoed from the doorway.
"Playing innocent to whom?" Gray stepped in, arms crossed. "You got proof she's involved? If not, keep your mouth shut."
From behind them, Zeran entered. "Enough," he said. "You guys focus on her, not this garbage." He turned to Gray, Dawn, and Tracey. "She needs you. Don't let her out of your sight—she might do something reckless."
Zeran's squad took position, guarding the hall.
Ari remained motionless beside her parents' bodies, lost in thought, her tears dried but her eyes distant.
Then Erika stepped in, kneeling beside her.
"Ari... I don't have the right words. What you're feeling right now... no one can understand that pain," she said gently, placing a comforting hand on Ari's head. "But please… you have to be strong now. I've known Imperial since he was a child. I don't believe he'd do this—unless he had a some reason . I'm not defending him blindly. But you know him too, maybe better than anyone."
Dawn nodded. "Lady Erika is right. Ari... we know him. More than anyone else, you do. This has to be a setup. Someone's framing him."
Ari stood suddenly, her voice breaking through the silence—loud, anguished, and full of rage.
"Then why isn't he here?!" she shouted. "Why did he leave without a word?!"
Her magic flared wildly, light twisting and spiraling around her in unstable bursts. Everyone around her took a step back.
Ari's eyes burned. "If this is the path you've chosen... Imperial Alden... then I'll walk mine. Even if it means destroying the one I once trusted... and admired the most."
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[Scene Transition: Rainfall – Gravesite]
The skies wept over the Empire.
Ari stood silently in front of her parents' graves, remembering the warmth of a home long gone. A storm rumbled in the distance as memories washed over her—smiles, laughter, lullabies—and now, silence.
Dawn stood silently beside Ari, holding an umbrella above her to shield her from the gentle rain. Not far behind, Zeran, Magna, and Erika stepped forward one by one, each laying a single flower at the base—an unspoken gesture of grief and respect. No words were exchanged. After a final moment of stillness, they turned and quietly walked away.
Later that day, for the first time in years, she returned to the Hale Mansion.
It was massive—bigger than the Alden estate. Familiar yet foreign. Her childhood echoed in the empty halls.
She entered her old room and locked the door.
Dawn and the others, unable to reach her heart in this moment, sat quietly in the garden, waiting.
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[Scene: A Distant Forest]
Three figures walked silently under the moonlit canopy with heavy rainfall.
One spoke, mockingly: "You really are heartless, imperial."
In the center, Imperial Alden said nothing—his eyes focused forward. As he as same plans in his mind
"Watch your mouth," the girl beside them snapped. "You don't know a damn thing and don't blame my imperial for this."
Imperial stood with a scowl, voice sharp.
"Stop messing around, both of you. Focus. I want that ring—no matter what."
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Scene Shift: A dark, silent chamber.
The atmosphere was heavy, lit only by flickering blue flames hovering mid-air. Around a stone table sat the Emperors, joined by three shadowed figures whose presence was just as commanding.
Magnus exhaled deeply, frustration clear in his tone.
"I failed to locate him in time. He slipped through again."
Seraphina leaned forward, her eyes narrowing.
"How did that boy uncover our plan? No outsider should've even sensed its existence."
Malrik, arms folded, added grimly,
"It's not just that he discovered it—he shut it down almost instantly. Honestly, I'm starting to wonder if he already knows every one of our moves… if he's somehow always one step ahead."
Queen Celestia's voice cut through the room, sharp and cold.
"It doesn't matter anymore if he knows our plans or not. What matters is that we accelerate the backup plans before he ruins them too—like he did this one."
Magnus nodded slowly.
"You're right, Queen Celestia. Then we must retrieve the Blood Moon Blade—immediately."
Celestia replied calmly, but firmly.
"It's already in motion. By tomorrow, it will be in our possession."
Magnus turned his gaze toward the three others seated in the shadows.
"And what about Kai Alden? Is he ready for the throne?"
One of the three spoke, voice composed.
"Yes. In just a few weeks, we'll make the announcement official."
Malrik raised an eyebrow, skeptical.
"Is that boy truly worthy to sit among us?"
Magnus smiled faintly, a trace of irony in his voice.
"Worthy? That's never been the point. His coronation completes the Octagram. And if we're talking about who deserves to sit in this room… I could ask the same of each of you."