The Abyss of Charcoal
Pitch-black nothingness stretches in all directions… an oppressive silence that crushes thought.
Narrator(low, foreboding):
"This episode… is filled with tension and shifting truths."
Through the black, Sang stands motionless. Before him towers a 50-mile-tall beast—armor plates covering its body like mountain ranges, vast wings unfurled into the void. From its skull, two horns jut from the forehead, two more curve from the scalp, forming a crown of dominance.
Sang, breathing unsteadily, disbelief chaining his voice — his eyes flicker over the beast's form.
Beast(a hiss that echoes like molten steel through the abyss):
"Do you want to know… who you truly are?"
Sang,still stunned, hesitating… then nodding slowly.
The Den of QuerionThe scene cuts sharply — dense air, tension so thick it almost hums.
Rakhad,sweat trailing down his cheek, jaw tense.
Zoick, teeth clenched, eyes sharp.
Eldrin — lying sprawled with completely blank eyes, his comic expression at odds with the heavy atmosphere.
Before Querion can move, a man steps forward.
The Man(calm but carrying weight):
"Then we… will tell you the story of our dumb leader."
The Noverus ForestLeaves whisper in the wind, shadows stretching long.
Vilgrim ,eyes still widened from shock.
Hairen(brows furrowed):
"What are you talking about?"
The Man(steady, deliberate):
"He came here seeking the whereabouts of the Imperium Stone."
Hairen(sharp intake of breath):
"The Imperium Stone?! That's the power of the gods… I've heard countless tales about it."
Vilgrim(half-shocked, half-confused):
"You… know about it too?"
Hairen(nodding, voice dropping low):
"I also heard the rumor… that it was opposed by someone."
The Man(smiling faintly, a shadow in his tone):
"Yes. Before telling whereabouts of that , I want to tell about that brat. And after you've heard… you can do whatever you wish."
Vilgrim(leaning forward, tension in his voice):
"Who?"
The Unknown Forest TrailThe Rohdan, Kaizer, and Ziron groups trudge after Kaizer through the endless woods.
Ceaser(grumbling):
"Kaizer! Where are we even going? No. Are we actually going anywhere?!"
Upanor(groaning):
"Yeah! We've been walking all night… still not there."
Kaizer stops. Sunlight pierces the canopy, falling onto his outstretched finger.
The group steps forward — and their eyes widen. Before them lies a ruined Tri-Tier Crescent Ascension Arena, its stones faded, roots clawing through its structure.
Kaizer , with a smirk on his face and says,
" This is reminding me something."
Ziron(shocked):
"What?! This… this is another path to this land."
Sylin(confused):
"What is that place?"
Ziron(low, hesitant):
"This…"
The Arena of LegendsThe sunlight shifts — revealing the original Tri-Tier Crescent Ascension Arena, majestic and untouched by time.
Before the massive doors — two thrones.
In front of them — two elite warrior groups:
The Bloodoath: Masters of swords and spears.
The Warborne: Wielders of axes and spiked chain-flails.
Above, arranged at a visible slant:
Demon Kings seated to the left of the Nexus King.
Monster Kings to the right.
And in the center — the Abyssal Nexus King, a figure of unmatched dominance.
From the thrones outward, a massive amphitheater of jagged rock rises, filled with thousands of people are sitting and watching the ritual.
The Ritual CommencesAnnouncer(booming voice):
"The Young Monster Lord, son of the Nexus King — Monster Lord Seyokthai… welcome!"
From the gate, Seyokthai strides forward — cold, regal, unflinching. The Bloodoath and Warborne bow deeply, respect laced with fear.
The Nexus King, watching his son, smirks with pride. Seyokthai takes his throne.
Announcer (again, with heightened energy):
"Now… the youngest Demon Lord—"
The crowd erupts in roars.
Announcer (continuing):
"The son of the Nexus King—"
Crowd (rising, chanting):
"B…"
"A…"
Confusion sweeps the arena. The announcer falters.
Announcer (forcing forward):
"Demon Lord Shammroy… welcome!"
Crowd:
"A…"
A slow, cold footstep echoes beyond the gates.
Crowd:
"K…"
The steps grow louder.
Crowd:
"A…"
And then — silence.
Every person in the arena kneels.
From beyond the gates, a chilling voice cuts through the air:
Shammroy(deep, commanding):
"BAAKA."
He enters — each step heavier than the last. Those kneeling lower their heads further. The kings eyes widen; whispers spread like wildfire.
The Present – Witnesses of PowerThe Rohdan, Kaizer, and Ziron groups stand frozen.
Jake (whispering):
"That many… kneeled to him?"
In the ascension arena,
Demon King(low, unsettled):
"That aura… it could crush armies."
Monster King(grimly):
"This is no ruler… this is a storm given form."
Nexus King(eyes narrowing):
"Even here… such power is dangerous."
The Final RevelationFerito Chamber — shadows flicker along the walls.
Werios(leaning forward):
"A man who shakes everyone… who is that?"
Old Man(nodding, eyes glinting cold):
"Now… you're interested."
(pauses, voice dropping to a chilling tone)
"This is the tale of Shammroy."
The final shot — Shammroy sits on his throne, purple-shaded eyes glowing like the calm before a storm.