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INT. THE ARK – MAIN HALL – NIGHT
The Ark groans under the clash of monsters. Survivors are driven back by rubble and swarms of lesser demons, leaving one ruined chamber where only two men stand against terror.
Dimitri Dunyasha grips his scarred greatsword, breath ragged, chest heaving. Across from him, Druval the Butcher spins his chains in lazy arcs, laughter rolling like thunder. Beside him, Mawreth the Worm writhes, dozens of arms clawing, its many maws dripping black ichor.
Narration: One man. One blade. Against slaughter and hunger.
INT. THE ARK – PHASE ONE – 50% POWER
Druval lashes forward, chains striking like lightning. Dimitri blocks, the greatsword screeching under the impact, sparks exploding in the dark. His knees buckle, boots gouging trenches in the stone, but he holds.
Mawreth surges, coils smashing through pillars. Dimitri spins, cleaving through arms in one wide, brutal swing. Ichor sprays across his face, but claws rake across his side, blood soaking his armor.
Druval (laughing): Yes! Bleed! That's the marrow I crave!
Chains rip across his chest, muscle splitting, but Dimitri roars, ripping his arm free and slamming the greatsword through Mawreth's flank. The worm screeches, shaking the hall.
INT. THE ARK – KWAME ARRIVES
A quake splits the ground. Kwame Oba strides in, veins glowing molten, Herald marks burning across his arms and hammer. His fists blaze with light, every step cracking the stone.
Mawreth recoils instantly, its countless eyes wide. Druval halts his laughter, chains rattling in unease.
Mawreth (hissing): A Herald...!
Druval (snarling): No. Not again.
Dimitri: What? this worm can talk?
The two Sigils pulse with black power, their voices twisting into roars.
Druval (bellowing): Then no restraint! To the last measure!
INT. THE ARK – PHASE TWO – THE MERGING
Druval's chains whip around Mawreth, dragging it in. The worm thrashes, arms tearing at Druval in panic, but the Butcher only laughs. His chest splits open with crimson light as his maw widens grotesque.
Mawreth (screeching): Brother... stop—!
Chains sink deep, ichor gushing. Druval tears Mawreth apart, devouring its essence piece by piece. Arms vanish into him, maws ripped into his chest, coils consumed in a grotesque feast. The Ark shudders with every swallow.
Kwame: What are they doing...
At last, Mawreth collapses limp, dragged entirely into Druval's body. The Butcher stands transformed — massive, veins glowing black-red, chains alive with fire. Half-worm, half-man, a horror reborn.
Druval (roaring, doubled voice): Hunger and Slaughter are ONE!
The Ark walls crack as his full power floods the hall.
INT. THE ARK – PHASE THREE – 100% BATTLE
The fused Sigil storms forward. Chains and claws whip together, smashing through stone. Kwame slams both fists into the ground, a quake shattering the floor. The monster stumbles, but retaliates, coils smashing him into the wall. His Herald marks flare bright, burning his own flesh, but he pushes back with a roar.
Kwame (snarling): I will not fall!
Dimitri: We...we will not fail!!
Dimitri charges, greatsword sparking against the ground. He slams the blade into Druval's chest, ichor spraying. Chains wrap his ribs, crushing, snapping bone. He screams, blood flooding his mouth, but tears the blade free in a spray of black flesh.
Druval (howling): You cannot kill me! I am feast eternal!
INT. THE ARK – PHASE FOUR – THE BREAKING POINT
The fused Sigil crushes them both, chains and coils binding tighter, bones groaning under the weight. Dimitri's grip slips on the sword, vision fading. Kwame's Herald marks blaze violently, veins splitting, a quake ripping the chamber wide. For a heartbeat, the monster falters, coils loosening.
Kwame (roaring): Now, Dimitri!
Dimitri claws the hilt, dragging himself up. Blood pours from his chest, his arms trembling, but he lifts the greatsword high. With a roar that tears his throat raw, he drives it straight through Druval's heart.
The fused Sigil convulses, chains flailing, coils thrashing, but Dimitri twists the blade, splitting its chest. Ichor explodes across the hall as Druval's laughter turns to a strangled cry. The body tears apart, collapsing into steaming ruin — Mawreth's remnants twitching within.
INT. THE ARK – AFTERMATH
The chamber falls silent. Druval's corpse twitches once, then stills. Mawreth's fragments sizzle and dissolve. Both are dead.
Dimitri staggers, dragging the greatsword behind him, leaving a smear of blood and sparks across the stone. He plants it into the ground, swaying, his body broken. Kwame leans against rubble, Herald marks dimming, chest heaving in exhaustion.
Kwame (hoarse, with a faint smile): Two Sigils... dead. One blade.
Dimitri coughs blood, silent, but his eyes burn. Against all odds, he still stands.
Narration (closing):
Slaughter and Hunger had fallen. But the cost was written in blood across the stone. And in the Ark, silence lingered — a silence waiting for the next Sigil.
[The 5th Sigil , The Butcher was dead.]
To be continued...