Scene 1: Home, For Now
The Guild's iron gates opened slowly as Tiffany, Jeremiah, Marcus, and Lyra stepped through.
Guild banners flapped in the breeze. Recruits whispered as they passed. Rumors of Tiffany's lineage, Marcus' true strength, and Lyra's coma had already spread like wildfire.
"I didn't think we'd be back here so soon," Lyra muttered, adjusting the fresh bandages around her ribs.
Marcus kept a hand near her back. "Let's make it count this time."
Jeremiah glanced at Tiffany. "How are you holding up?"
She forced a nod. "Still breathing. Still fighting."
They had changed—each carrying new weight. But they were together. For now.
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Scene 2: Veronica's Move
Beneath a sky of volcanic ash, Veronica stood before a legion of Obsidian warriors—some beastlike, others mechanical. A massive, dark crystal pulsed behind her, humming with transdimensional energy.
"The Earth has grown lazy," she said, her voice amplified through magic. "Their heroes retired. Their borders softened."
She raised a curved obsidian blade toward the rift opening beside her.
"Let the skies burn."
The rift expanded—releasing hundreds of airships, each bristling with anti-matter cannons, descending upon Texas.
Her eyes glowed violet. "Begin with Dallas."
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Scene 3: Dallas Breach
Above Dallas, the sky darkened unnaturally.
Then came the tear.
Rift after rift erupted across the skyline. Obsidian airships blotted out the sun, releasing drop pods of humanoid beasts—fanged, armored, shrieking with hunger.
Screams echoed through the city.
Within minutes, streets were in chaos. Police, military, local defenders—all overwhelmed.
Tanks melted under plasma fire. Skyscrapers collapsed beneath drilling claws.
A child's cry echoed under rubble.
And then the Guild's signal beacon lit up.
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Scene 4: Defenders Mobilized
Alarms blared across the Guild.
Commanders shouted. Teams were formed. Jax rushed into the armory, tossing gear to anyone ready. Katherine stormed through the halls in full combat suit, her eyes blazing with purpose.
"Team Alpha, deploy immediately!" roared Broadman.
Marcus and Lyra suited up together—her lightning crackling weakly, his aura sharp with hidden heat.
Jeremiah placed a healing sigil across his chest. "If this is it... we go down together."
Katherine turned to them all. "No—we rise together."
Moments later, they flew.
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Scene 5: Wings of the Golden Heir
Dallas burned.
Meta-humans surged into the fight—ice barriers shattered under obsidian bombs, energy blasts repelled by demonic shields. The Guild's younger recruits began to fall back.
A monstrous airship, shaped like a serpent, began charging its main cannon—targeting a field hospital.
Then—
Golden light.
A blinding pulse cut across the sky as wings—massive, radiant, and divine—exploded from Katherine's back.
Gasps from all sides. Even Veronica, watching through a seer's mirror, froze.
Katherine dove. Her wings caught the wind with such force that the serpent ship trembled.
With one scream and a surge of raw power, she sliced the airship in half—golden feathers igniting its core.
The blast rocked the city.
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Scene 6: Fall of a City
Despite the miracle, the Obsidian tide was relentless.
Airships exploded, but new ones replaced them. Obsidian creatures overran entire blocks.
Dallas crumbled—one district at a time. Fire consumed historic centers. The Guild called for full evacuation.
"Fall back!" Broadman shouted from a command drone. "Get civilians out now!"
Lyra discharged a final lightning burst, then collapsed in Marcus' arms.
Katherine, hovering above, looked down at a dying city—her fists clenched.
"I wasn't strong enough."
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Scene 7: SSS-Class Respond
A portal shimmered open.
Out stepped Helena the Hurricane, long-retired master of Wind Incantations.
Behind her—Ezekiel Cain, known as The Lazarus, capable of full-body resurrection.
Then, from the shadows—General Stravos, old as legend, eyes burning like twin suns.
"We heard your call," Helena said softly. "And we've bled for this world once."
Stravos raised a hand. The air around him shattered from sheer power.
"Time to remind the stars who we are."
They leapt into battle—gods among mortals.
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Scene 8: Ashes and Aftermath
The battle waned.
Obsidian forces retreated—but not before reducing Dallas to a scorched graveyard.
Survivors were few. Thousands evacuated. Hundreds… not.
At the Guild, silence ruled.
In the war chamber, Broadman placed pins on a new map—marking Dallas as a red zone.
Tiffany stared at the images. "They'll come again."
"They will," Marcus replied. "And next time... we won't just defend. We end it."
From her war room, Veronica smirked, sitting atop a throne made of bones.
"This… was only the first wave."
Outside, thunder cracked across the Earth.