The lines are drawn. Former enemies. Ancient sins. The world now bleeds toward one inevitable war.
[Scene 1 – Shadows Meet Steel]
In the burning ruins of the city sector, Jiwoon stood still, the ashes of the shattered Herald falling around him.
From the smoke—Aven arrived.
Cloaked in light, armored in gold, flanked by his Divine Marks Corps, each bearing symbols blessed by the world's last god.
For a moment, the two stood in silence.
Aven:
"I never thought I'd say this…"
"…but we're on the same side now."
Jiwoon (quietly):
"We always were. You just didn't know the enemy."
Aven (smirks):
"Then let's crush them. Together."
They clasped wrists.
A crowd of soldiers and students behind them—staring at the unthinkable: The Devil of the Sin System and the God's Chosen General had formed an alliance.
[Scene 2 – Gathering the Unforgiven]
Later that night, inside a hidden sanctum below the academy, Jiwoon began activating a series of glyphs with blood.
From the stone walls emerged the Sinbound, warriors Jiwoon had marked in earlier arcs—each bound by a covenant of redemption.
Jiwoon:
"We cannot fight monsters… with saints.
We fight them with monsters who remember what they've done."
Kaelya and Vera appeared behind him.
Kaelya (smirking):
"I like this version of you."
Vera (softly):
"And they will follow you… because they know you would judge them."
The Sinbound knelt.
And behind them, the Abyssal Qirin arrived—now walking in its small doll-like form, perching silently on Jiwoon's shoulder.
[Scene 3 – The First War Table]
Aven, Jiwoon, Kaelya, Vera, and the leaders of both Divine Mark factions and Sinbound sat at a dark crystal war table.
A map projected the continent.
From the shadows on the edge—red dots flickered. Dozens. Then hundreds.
Aven:
"They're moving faster than we thought."
Kaelya (arms crossed):
"And if they break through the central pillar…"
Jiwoon (quietly):
"Then the gate to the Abyss won't be a prison anymore.
It'll be a throat—and this world, its next meal."
[Scene 4 – A Whispering General Appears]
A sudden surge of black mist interrupted the meeting.
A portal opened mid-air—formed of silent screams and cracked time.
From it stepped a General of the Whispering Ones. Tall, with six arms—each holding a memory-bound weapon.
He did not speak.
He simply threw a head onto the war table—one of the allied commanders from the east.
Jiwoon (without flinching):
"Wrong room."
He stood—his eyes burning red.
Jiwoon:
"Let me return the favor."
With a wave of his hand, his Ebonwyrm Exordium armor snapped into place, piece by piece—dark scales glowing.
Then he vanished—reappearing behind the General.
One strike.
A black shockwave split the air.
The General's body twisted—then shattered into mirror-like shards.
Aven (watching):
"…Yeah. I made the right choice."
[Scene 5 – The Night Before the Final March]
That night, the camp quieted.
Jiwoon sat by a fire, Kaelya on his left, Vera on his right.
Vera (softly):
"You don't have to carry all of it."
Kaelya (resting her head on his shoulder):
"But you will anyway, won't you?"
Jiwoon said nothing.
Instead, he closed his eyes.
And whispered into the flame:
Jiwoon:
"Tomorrow… I make the world remember what judgment feels like."