INT. THE ARK – FRACTURED HULL – NIGHT
The memory of the Sigil council fades like a broken echo. The Ark surges back into focus—stone trembling, shadows alive, silence thick enough to choke breath.
Nyxira stands in the void, her pale eyes glowing with unbroken calm, silence flowing like poison from her form. Druval hammers forward, laughter shaking the chamber, fists dripping with gore. Mawreth thrashes, its body spilling thousands of human arms that claw for life as they drag screaming survivors inward.
Narration: 56 still stood. But Hell demanded its price.
Mawreth coils snap. Three soldiers are dragged screaming into its maw. Their cries vanish before they can pierce the silence.
INT. THE ARK – MAIN HULL
Dimitri Dunyasha clashes with Druval, sword sparking against chain-wrapped fists. Sparks shower the ground as their blows split stone and metal.
Druval (roaring with joy): Yes! Bite harder, morsel! Make me feel it!
Dimitri's blade cuts deep into the Butcher's ribs, ichor spraying, but the Sigil only laughs louder, swinging with monstrous fists. Dimitri grits his teeth, refusing to yield.
Behind them, Mawreth surges, its coils smashing through shattered columns, dragging more survivors into its abyssal maw.
Two more vanish into the worm's body.
INT. THE ARK – SUPPLY RING – SAME TIME
Kwame Oba staggers, Cassian limp in his arms. Her crimson Herald glow flickers faintly, each pulse weaker than the last. Her bloodied hand grips his wrist with fading strength.
Cassian (whispering): The Shield's broken... but strength isn't. Take it. Carry what I can't.
Her crimson aura leaks into his gauntlets, burning like molten steel pressed to his flesh. Cracks blaze across the metal, glowing brighter with every heartbeat.
Kwame's eyes widen as the ground shudders beneath him.
Kwame (whisper): ...Strength that protects... not just destroys.
INT. THE ARK – CENTRAL HALL – CONTINUOUS
Arven and Grace are trapped in Nyxira's silence. Shadows coil into blades, their own silhouettes forcing steel against their throats.
Grace (straining): She's unmaking us with our own hands—
Arven (snarling): Then let her choke on our defiance!
Nyxira steps forward, pale eyes shining, her voice colder than the grave.
Nyxira: Shadows are truth. And truth is despair.
Chains of silence lash upward, dragging Arven toward her.
INT. THE ARK – SUPPLY RING – SAME TIME
Kwame roars, slamming his hammer into the floor.
The Ark erupts.
A shockwave tears through the ruins, scattering Nyxira's shadows into mist, shattering Druval's footing, and hurling Mawreth sideways. The silence itself cracks beneath the quake.
Kwame rises, hammer strengthen, molten veins burning up his arms. His voice rings through the Ark like thunder.
Kwame: You will not take them! Not one more!
The survivors lift their heads. Where despair had smothered them, now they see hope blazing red.
Narration: In that moment, Kwame Oba awakened. Not the fist of rage—but the Herald of Tremor, the shield that quakes before the fall.
The rise of Heralds has begun.
The rise of The 5th Herald of Tremor has begun.
Nyxira: hmmm.... Another Herald this is fun!!!!
INT. THE ARK – CLIMAX
The battle surges again.
Dimitri drives Druval back a step, his sword splitting chains and flesh, while Mawreth thrashes violently, its body cracking from Kwame's tremors. Arven and Grace push forward through Nyxira's broken silence, their blades cutting into her veil as black ichor spills.
The Sigils roar, still unbroken. Their fury only grows.
Narration: 56 remained. Broken, bloodied, but alive. And in Hell, even a single breath of hope could shake eternity.
The battle did not end. It raged, fiercer than ever.
To be continued...