[EXT. ABYSSAL CRATER – DUSK]
Black ash drifted in the air.
Zyren stood in the center of a crater — scorched, panting, eyes glowing with searing darkness.
Across from him, kneeling, was the Silent Death — the most feared blade in the Dark Realm.
Not dead.
But defeated.
> Silent Death (quietly):
"So… it is done."
> Zyren (hoarse):
"I didn't win by being stronger.
I won because you trained me to think like you."
Silent Death's head tilted slightly — pride hidden beneath his void-etched hood.
> Silent Death:
"You've mastered the art…
and surpassed the assassin."
He stood — slow, deliberate — and bowed deeply.
> Silent Death:
"From this moment, I am no longer your master.
I am your blade."
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[EXT. ZYREN'S FORTRESS – MOMENTS LATER]
The other three generals — Veydrin, Nyxara, and Cinderbane — stood watching.
> Veydrin:
"So he really did it…"
> Nyxara (smiling faintly):
"The heir of shadows… is born."
> Cinderbane (grinning):
"Then let the world burn quicker."
Zyren stood at the center of them now.
Not a soldier.
A sovereign.
> Zyren (low):
"Prepare the legions.
But let them wait."
> "The light will reveal its strength first."
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[INT. SCHOOL OF LIGHT – CONFERENCE HALL – SAME DAY]
Six radiant hologlyphs glowed across a wide council table — each belonging to one of the Divine School Headmasters.
At the head of the hall, Elarion stood with arms folded.
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> Elarion:
"The Divine School Competition begins next month.
We are no longer training individuals.
We are raising champions."
> "Each school will send their top 10.
All must be prepared — body, mind, and soul."
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Cut to:
Chronos (Time):
> "Veloria leads our team. We'll prepare her — and her allies — to bend seconds into steel."
Vael (Elements):
> "Let them see what it means to fight with nature's wrath… refined."
Serai (Space):
> "They will move between the strikes of their enemies."
Lian (Living Creation):
> "Let our warriors remind them why life is sacred — and not easily taken."
Drael (Nonliving Creation):
> "I will send weapons that walk and wills that do not break."
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[INT. DIVINE CHAMBER – VENUE SELECTION]
A glowing sphere floated above the central pillar.
Within it — six swirling divine territories collided in harmony.
> Elarion:
"The venue shall be the Sanctified Arena of Eirion."
> "Neutral ground.
Shielded by absolute law.
Forged before the era of the Gods."
The other headmasters nodded.
This was sacred ground.
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[INT. MESSENGER HALL – INVITATION SELECTION]
Scrolls unfurled as divine names shimmered in the air.
Each God and Goddess would send two envoys — warriors, mentors, observers, or retired champions.
Some names glowed warmly.
Others pulsed with unsettling intent.
Among the chosen:
The former Knight Commander of Light
The Fairy Matron
A retired Time Swordmaster
The Ex-General of Space, now a recluse
And one seat still unconfirmed — rumored to be a living judge of judgment itself
> Chronos (softly):
"This is no longer a competition.
This is prophecy."
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[INT. LIGHT SCHOOL – NIGHTFALL – CLASS 7 HALLWAY]
The ten students stood outside their dorms — Lyrion and Veloria quietly side-by-side, Ray and Rika flanking them, the other three pairs chatting softly.
> Lyrion:
"Next month… it begins."
> Veloria (smiling faintly):
"And we show the world what light can become."
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[EXT. DARK WORLD – FORTRESS BALCONY – SAME NIGHT]
Zyren stood on his tower, the wind pulling at his coat.
Behind him, the four generals stood silent.
The shadows bowed to him.
He looked toward the stars — toward where the sanctified arena awaited.
> Zyren (to himself):
"Let them gather.
Let them shine."
> "Because when light burns too brightly—"
> "It casts the longest shadow."
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TO BE CONTINUED...