INT. HELL – THE HIDDEN TESTAMENT CHAMBER – TIMELESS
The once-silent chamber burns alive with golden light.
Mountains of treasure shimmer beneath the glow of the Testament.
The air is heavy — metallic, hot, and filled with voices shouting over each other.
Arven: raising his katana Stop! Everyone stand down!
Survivor A: clutching coins in both hands No! If we kill you, if we rule this place, the gold is ours!
Grace: drawing her katana You're losing your minds!
Kael: slamming his gauntlets together Then we'll stop them before they lose their souls.
They rush forward — steel against steel, light against sanity.
Arven moves through the chaos with measured grace — his katana strikes blunt, the flat of his blade knocking people unconscious. He doesn't kill. He refuses to.
Arven: low voice Wake up before this place eats you.
Grace moves beside him, parrying blades and striking nerves to disarm attackers. Her eyes show pain — not fear, but sorrow.
Grace: You're not our enemies... stop this!
Kael bursts through a group, his twin iron gauntlets shattering weapons, punching air hard enough to send people flying. Each blow ends in restraint, not death.
Kael: gritting his teeth Damn it, they're friends! Not demons!
Kwame smashes the ground with his hammer — the shockwave knocks several down, coins scattering everywhere.
Kwame: roaring You're fighting for metal! Look what it's making you!
Cassian spins her halberd with precision, blocking attacks and sweeping legs. Blood hits the floor — not hers, but the madness's price.
Cassian: breathing hard They won't listen...
Kairo stands guard near the Testament, his katana steady. His eyes widen as the slab pulses brighter with each shout, each drop of greed.
Kairo: terrified whisper The light... it's growing stronger. It's feeding on this!
*The Testament hums — deep and divine. The gold veins across the ground begin to spread, glowing brighter, crawling toward the survivors like molten roots.
Screams echo. Some survivors — eyes wild — grab bags of gold and diamonds, fleeing into the far corners of the chamber.*
Sofia: yelling Drop it! Don't touch the treasure!
Survivor B: laughing madly, clutching gems It's mine! All of it's mine!
Dimitri: stepping forward, longsword raised defensively Don't make us hurt you!
Survivor C: shouting back Then die with nothing!
Two survivors clash — blood spills onto the gold. The Testament flashes, brighter than ever.
Tanaka: snapping her chain coils to disarm them Stop it! You're feeding it!
But it's too late — more survivors turn on each other. Some stab for bags of jewels. Others swing blindly for scraps. The chamber becomes chaos — greed devouring reason.
Viktor fires warning shots into the air, the sound echoing across the chamber like thunder.
Viktor: furious Enough! You'll kill each other!
No one listens.
Arven grabs a wounded man and pulls him away from the fight.
Arven: shouting Grace! How many left standing?!
Grace: looking around, panicked Too many falling — too few listening!
Kwame smashes through two men wrestling over a chest of gold, sending them sprawling unconscious.
Kwame: bitterly I said drop the damn gold!
But the treasure calls to the weak. In the corners, hidden figures hoard, whispering, clinging to sacks of shining gems.
Survivor D: breathing heavily It's mine... no one takes it from me... mine...
Elias: shouting, spinning his staff to deflect attacks The Testament's light — it's inside their minds! It's whispering greed!
Kairo: looking at the slab It's not whispering... it's commanding.
The Testament pulses — blinding.
A deep hum shakes the chamber.
Bodies twitch. Gold flows like liquid toward the slab, pulling blood and dust with it.
Cassian: yelling Everyone, get back!
Sofia: terrified It's moving — the gold is moving!
The chamber explodes with light. The walls glow molten. The golden roots reach through corpses and living alike — sinking into their flesh.
From the piles of treasure, the bodies of the fallen begin to move. Eyes open — glowing gold. Their mouths twitch, voices blending in eerie unison.
Corrupted Survivors: distorted The gold... is ours... our offering... our god...
Kael: horrified They're still alive?!
Kairo: grimly No. They're something else.
Arven steps forward, eyes wide as one of the newly risen holds up his own weapon — one of their former allies.
Grace: shaking The Testament... it's using them.
Kwame: voice low, shaken Then it's using us next.
*The golden light shifts again, burning brighter — feeding faster.
In seconds, it consumes the bodies of the greedy, turning their veins to liquid gold, fusing them into glowing statues that crumble and collapse.
When the light fades, only silence remains... and nine fewer living souls.*
Cassian: counting in disbelief We've lost too many...
Elias: quietly, trembling Fifty-five... now only forty-six remain.
No one speaks. The Testament hums again — deeper, sharper. The runes on its face twist like serpents of light.
Kairo: eyes widening It's not done... look at them—!
The fallen twitch again — their hands glow faintly.
Blades rise from the ground, floating into the air.
The corpses begin to move, their weapons igniting with divine light — controlled, puppeted.
Arven: realizing too late It's using their bodies... their power—
Grace: yelling Get down—!
A shockwave bursts from the Testament, throwing everyone back.
The corpses rise fully, their eyes blazing gold, weapons raised in perfect synchronization.
Cassian: panting, gripping her halberd It's controlling them... all of them...
Arven: staring in disbelief Then this isn't over. This is war.
The Testament's glow fills the chamber, reflecting off the blades of the dead. The survivors brace for what's coming — surrounded by former allies turned puppets of divine greed.
To be continued...