INT. HELL – THE HIDDEN TESTAMENT CHAMBER – TIMELESS
The Testament's glow devours the darkness.
The ground shakes with divine rumble as the golden veins spread further through the ruins.
Fifty-five entered this chamber. Forty-six now stand alive — and even that number is falling apart.
The group of the sane — Arven, Grace, Kael, Cassian, Kairo, Kwame, Sofia, Dimitri, Elias, Viktor, and the few uncorrupted survivors — stand in a broken half-circle, surrounded by the glow of hell's new god.
Opposite them stand the greedy survivors — some still human, others twitching under the Testament's influence, their skin gleaming faint gold, their weapons shaking in divine resonance.
And behind them... the dead rise.
The zombified bodies of their fallen comrades, and beyond them — shadowy figures step from the smoke.
Grace: staring in disbelief No... that's impossible.
Kairo: whispering Those aren't just ours...
The light clears. Dozens of armored figures emerge — burned, scarred, their eyes burning with golden fire.
Cassian: breathless The old cycle...
Kwame: gritting his teeth The last hundred chosen. I thought they were legends.
Kael: darkly Guess legends bleed too.
Thirty-four figures from the past cycle step forward. Their armor is cracked but divine — forged with the same sigils as the current chosen. They move with precision, as if bound to a single will.
Elias: voice trembling The Testament's not just controlling the dead... it's reviving the ones who failed before.
Sofia: fear spreading across her face The ones who died heroic... died greedy.
Viktor: raising his gun slowly So they're not heroes anymore. They're punishment.
The golden army moves — steady, mechanical, graceful.
The chamber trembles under synchronized footsteps, every step echoing like a war drum.
Arven: low voice We can't win this.
Grace: coldly Then we make them remember who they were.
The greedy living survivors scream as they charge first — clutching weapons and gold like lifelines.
Survivor A: mad with greed The Testament chose us! You're nothing but obstacles!
Kwame: swinging his hammer into the ground You're right. And obstacles break.
The shockwave sends them sprawling — Kael leaps forward, fists glowing red, striking armor with brutal precision. Sparks fly as he disarms two attackers, throwing one into the air.
Kael: growling Stay down before you lose more than your greed!
Arven and Grace move together — two katanas flashing in mirrored arcs.
They parry, deflect, and disarm — not killing, but leaving the greedy on the floor, alive but broken.
Arven: breathing hard Hold your ground! We're not killing our own!
Cassian: spinning her halberd, deflecting three blades at once Tell them that! They're not listening!
One greedy survivor stabs toward her — Tanaka's spiked chain coils snap out, wrapping around his arm and pulling him down.
Tanaka: gritting her teeth You fight for gold in Hell? You deserve a nap.
The man hits the floor, out cold. The moment of control fades — replaced by dread.
From behind, a deafening hum — and the golden light shifts again.
The zombified corpses — their former comrades — rise fully this time.
Eyes glowing gold, weapons raised. Their movements are too smooth. Too human.
Elias: horrified They're learning how to fight...
Dimitri: tightening grip on his sword Then so will we.
The undead charge. Grace parries a blade that was once wielded by an old ally. Arven disarms another — his movements slowing as guilt clouds his strikes.
Grace: yelling over the clash We're fighting their bodies — not their souls! Remember that!
Arven: bitterly Then why does it still hurt?!
Kael's fists smash through a group, breaking armor but not bones. He looks up — three of the old chosen land in front of him, their armor glowing white-gold, faces hidden under cracked helms.
Kael: wiping blood off his lip Great. The veterans are here.
They move like trained killers. One with a spear, one with twin axes, another with fire bursting from his hands.
Kael blocks one strike but gets slammed backward, sparks bursting as he crashes against a wall.
Kwame: rushing to him Kael!
Kael: groaning Still breathing! Keep swinging!
Kwame roars, hammer colliding with the golden axe of the resurrected chosen. The impact shakes the entire chamber.
Across the battlefield, the resurrected thirty-four move like angels of wrath.
They strike with powers long forgotten — lightning, fire, blades of light, and divine energy that rips through stone.
Viktor: ducking behind a fallen pillar, firing his gun repeatedly How are we supposed to fight gods?!
Elias: summoning light with his staff to block an energy strike They're not gods. Just people who thought they were.
Cassian charges a resurrected woman in golden armor. Their weapons clash — halberd against flaming blade.
Cassian: through clenched teeth You were supposed to save humanity!
Old Chosen (female): voice distorted by gold We did... until the gold promised us Heaven.
Cassian: breaking her guard Then burn with it!
She spins her halberd and slams it into the woman's chest — enough to break her stance, not destroy her. The golden fire flickers and fades for a moment.
The battle consumes the entire chamber.
Golden light fills the air — every spark from metal clashes with divine glow.
Screams echo. Greedy survivors fight each other.
The zombified strike without thought.
The resurrected chosen move with purpose — to cleanse the weak.
Arven blocks two blades, spins, and disarms another attacker. Grace cuts through gold roots crawling toward their feet.
Kwame smashes through the floor, breaking apart gold veins trying to spread.
Viktor fires to cover Sofia as she lunges with her rapier, striking through armor joints to slow the enemy.
Sofia: panting This isn't survival anymore. This is judgment!
Elias: raising his staff, eyes burning white Then we endure judgment until there's no one left to receive it!
His light bursts outward — silver against gold — pushing back the Testament's glow for mere seconds.
The chamber trembles again.
From above, the ceiling cracks open — golden dust raining like snow.
Kairo: voice shaking It's summoning more.
Arven: gritting his teeth More what?!
The Testament answers — its center opens, revealing hundreds of faint silhouettes trapped inside the light.
The outlines of old faces. Past chosen. Heroes.
Their forms start to move.
Grace: realizing too late It's not done feeding...
The light explodes outward — and the chamber becomes war incarnate.
*The survivors stand bloodied, exhausted, surrounded on all sides — fighting not demons, not monsters, but the ghosts of humanity's greed.
Every enemy face looks familiar.
Every scream sounds like someone they once knew.*
Kwame: roaring, swinging his hammer through the air How many times do we have to die for the same sin?!
Kael: blocking a divine strike with his gauntlets As many as it takes till we learn!
Arven raises his katana, golden light reflecting in his eyes. Grace steps beside him, both blades ready. Their silhouettes glow under the divine storm.
Arven: coldly Then tonight... we fight our own.
The Testament's light roars in answer, swallowing everything in gold and blood.
To be continued...