Senzuko stood frozen, his heart pounding against his chest as he tried to make sense of the situation. His brother's life hung in the balance, and fear gnawed at the edges of his resolve. Council Member 0 smirked, his voice dripping with mockery.
"If you're really that scared, Senzuko, then run away. Run as far as you can." He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in before delivering the crushing blow. "We'll take your brother with us."
Senzuko's fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to run. He wanted to disappear and never look back. But at the same time, he knew he couldn't abandon his brother. The conflict raged within him, paralyzing him in indecision.
Council Member 0 took a step closer. "Oh? You're not moving? What should I take this as, then? An indication that I should take your brother? Or are you thinking of fighting me?" His voice was filled with amusement, as if he were playing a game with Senzuko's emotions.
Something inside Senzuko snapped. His blood boiled, his muscles tensed, and a deep, unrelenting fury overtook his fear. His eyes burned with determination as he shouted, "I won't let you leave this place alive! For everything you've done to me—for everything you've done to the people I love—I will make you pay!"
Council Member 0 grinned, tilting his head slightly. "So, you're ready. Good. I was hoping you'd put up a fight." He cracked his knuckles. "I think you've gotten stronger since the last time we met. Let's see if you're actually worth my time."
Senzuko wasted no time. In a flash, he teleported directly in front of Council Member 0, his fist aimed straight for his enemy's face. But his opponent saw through the attack with ease. With a quick sidestep, Council Member 0 dodged the punch effortlessly and chuckled.
"Same tricks?" he scoffed. "They won't work on me again, you fool!"
Before Senzuko could react, a powerful hand clamped down on his head. Council Member 0's grip was like a vice, unyielding and suffocating. Senzuko's vision blurred as he struggled to break free, but it was no use. Without warning, his opponent lifted him and slammed him into the ground with a bone-shattering force. A choked gasp escaped Senzuko's lips as pain erupted throughout his body.
Council Member 0 didn't let go. Instead, he tightened his grip and lifted Senzuko again, only to slam him back down. Again. And again. Each impact sent tremors through the earth, each slam increasing in speed and intensity. Senzuko felt his consciousness slipping as his face was battered, bruised, and bloodied. Small shards of rock and dirt embedded themselves into his skin, mixing with the crimson that dripped from his wounds.
Struggling to breathe, he gasped, "Please… stop… let me live…"
Council Member 0 sneered at him, his expression filled with disdain. "Pathetic." With a swift motion, he kicked Senzuko aside like a discarded toy. Senzuko's body skidded across the rough ground before coming to a halt. Before he could even attempt to rise, he felt a heavy pressure on his face.
Council Member 0 had placed his boot directly on Senzuko's head, pressing him into the dirt.
"Did you really think you stood a chance against me?" he mocked. "You're still weak. Just like before."
For a moment, silence filled the battlefield. Senzuko could hear nothing but the pounding of his own heartbeat, the taste of iron thick in his mouth. His limbs felt heavy, his energy drained.
Then, a voice rang out through the air, piercing the tension like a knife.
"Senzuko!"
It was Merin. The sound of his name being shouted filled Senzuko with a renewed sense of urgency. He couldn't give up—not yet. Not while his brother's fate remained uncertain. He had to fight. He had to stand up. No matter how much pain coursed through his body, no matter how hopeless the situation seemed, he had to find the strength to continue.
He couldn't let Council Member 0 win.
With a strained, desperate effort, he pushed against the weight of the boot holding him down. His fingers dug into the ground as he gritted his teeth. His vision swam, but his resolve remained unshaken.
Senzuko lay motionless on the ground, his body battered and broken, struggling to draw breath. Just as the weight of hopelessness threatened to consume him, a loud voice pierced through the chaos.
"Please leave my brother! Take me instead! If you want to kill someone, do it to me! Just let my brother live! Please, I beg you!"
It was Merin. His desperate cries echoed through the battlefield, raw with emotion and fear.
Council Member 0 slowly lifted his boot from Senzuko's face, stepping away as he turned his gaze toward Merin. A smirk played across his lips as he approached.
"I admire your spirit, boy," he said, his voice eerily calm. "Willing to sacrifice yourself for your brother? How noble."
Without another word, he unsheathed his blade. The sharp metal glinted menacingly under the light as he raised it high. Before Merin could react, the blade plunged into his stomach, cutting through flesh and muscle with terrifying ease. A sharp gasp escaped Merin's lips as his body convulsed from the pain. He staggered backward, blood seeping from the wound, before collapsing to the ground.
Senzuko's heart stopped. His brother lay in a growing pool of blood, his breaths shallow and weak. Rage and despair intertwined within him, fueling an uncontrollable fury. He tried to push himself toward Merin, to reach him, to hold him, but before he could move an inch, a powerful force struck him.
A devastating kick from Council Member 1 sent Senzuko sprawling back to the ground. Pain exploded through his ribs as he choked on his own breath.
"Remember where you belong!" Council Member 1 sneered, looking down at him with contempt.
Council Member 0 let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head. "He knows where he belongs. No need to remind him." He turned to his subordinate, his smirk fading slightly. "And you're not me, so leave the savage lines to me."
Council Member 1 immediately bowed his head. "Sorry, boss."
Senzuko gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into the dirt beneath him. Every part of his body screamed in pain, but the agony in his heart burned far worse than any wound. He forced himself up onto his hands and knees, his vision swimming with fury and desperation.
In mere seconds, Senzuko vanished once more. But unlike before, no one flinched, no one gasped in fear. The presence of Council Member 0 alone was enough to keep everyone calm. They had seen his strength. They knew that as long as he was there, Senzuko's tricks meant nothing.
High above them, unseen by all, Senzuko took aim. A dagger shimmered in the air for a brief moment before hurtling down toward its target. It found its mark, embedding itself into Council Member 0's shoulder.
For a second, silence hung over the battlefield. But then, with an almost casual indifference, Council Member 0 reached up, yanked the dagger from his flesh, and, without hesitation, hurled it back toward its unseen attacker.
The dagger sliced through the air with deadly precision. A moment later, it halted unnaturally midair, stuck in something—or rather, someone. A hushed murmur rippled through the crowd as realization dawned upon them. The dagger had struck Senzuko, embedding itself into his waist.
A strangled gasp escaped Senzuko as pain flared through his body. His fingers clawed at the weapon, but the shock and agony rendered his movements sluggish. His strength faltered. Gravity took hold.
With a dull thud, he crashed to the ground, his body writhing as he became visible once more.
A collective gasp echoed across the area. Their eyes widened in disbelief. He had been invisible, yet Council Member 0 had struck him down with chilling ease.
From behind windows and shadowed alleys, the neighborhood watched, their faces a mixture of awe and fear. They had witnessed something beyond comprehension—a battle between forces that defied human limits. Yet, not a single person dared to report what they had seen.
They knew better than to interfere.
The world Senzuko and the Council belonged to was not one for ordinary people to meddle in. To speak of what had transpired was to invite danger into their own lives. And so, they remained silent, watching from the darkness, unwilling to draw the attention of beings far beyond their understanding.
Suddenly, a brilliant light erupted above Council Member 0's head, illuminating the battlefield with an intense glow. Before he could react, a powerful laser beam shot down, striking him with overwhelming force. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, kicking up dust and debris.
A second light, equally radiant, appeared above Senzuko and Merin. In an instant, their battered bodies vanished, whisked away by the mysterious energy. The light faded just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind stunned onlookers and a battlefield shrouded in uneasy silence.
As the dust settled, Council Member 0 emerged from the chaos, still standing—but wounded. A deep, searing wound marred his shoulder, the edges of the injury still smoldering from the laser's impact. Gasps filled the air as those watching took in the sight.
Shock rippled through the crowd. Council Member 0—feared, revered, and seemingly invincible—was bleeding. For many, this was the first time they had ever witnessed him injured. He rarely fought, and when he did, he annihilated his opponents with terrifying ease. Yet now, he stood wounded, evidence that even he was not untouchable.
Whispers spread like wildfire. Who had intervened? Who possessed such power that they could land a strike on someone as formidable as Council Member 0? More importantly, where had Senzuko and Merin been taken?
For the first time in a long while, uncertainty hung over the battlefield. And Council Member 0, despite his unwavering composure, clenched his fists in silent rage. This was far from over.
After a few tense moments, the agents began disappearing one by one, vanishing into thin air as if they had never existed. A cold silence filled the space left behind, and the air grew thick with the weight of unspoken truths. The remaining figures stood motionless, their faces etched with confusion and unease. Then, Council Member 0 spoke, his voice steady but filled with a grave certainty.
"Until now, they were nothing more than pawns in Senzuko and Merin's plan," he declared. "They were playing their game all along, and none of you realized it. You failed to see through the deception, to understand the depths of their manipulation. Take Akin away from here. Now."
The order was firm, absolute, and there was no room for protest. The guards hesitated only for a moment before stepping forward, grabbing Akin by the arms, and dragging him away. Akin struggled, his face filled with defiance, but he knew resistance was futile.
Just then, a brilliant light struck Council Member 0 once more, illuminating the entire chamber in an ethereal glow. A voice, filled with an almost divine authority, resonated through the hall.
"You believe that by winning, you can rewrite the past and the future," the voice proclaimed. "But the only thing you have managed to do is suppress the truth, to keep the news from spreading. You think that is power? It is not. It is a weakness—a weakness that defines you."
Council Member 0's expression remained unreadable, but a flicker of something—perhaps fear, perhaps rage—crossed his eyes. The voice continued, relentless.
"You know that if the truth were to spread across the world, you would be hunted. That is why you hide, why you stay in the shadows. You fear exposure, because the moment you reveal yourself to the world, everyone will know your true nature. And that terrifies you."
A heavy silence followed, the weight of the words settling in the room like an immovable stone. Then, from the shadows, a figure stepped forward. It was Senzuko. His presence was commanding, and his eyes burned with a fury that had been held back for far too long.
"The only reason you are still alive is because of someone you know very well—Ifrit!" Senzuko's voice cut through the tension like a blade.
Council Member 0's eyes widened in shock. He took a step back, as if the name itself held power over him. His lips parted, but no words came out.
"Yes, Ifrit!" Senzuko repeated, his voice rising. "I know your name! I know who you truly are! The world is the way it is because of you—because of your family. They destroyed everything we loved! They shattered the world as we knew it, turned it into a wasteland of corruption and fear!"
A chilling wind swept through the chamber, as if the very mention of Ifrit's name had disturbed the fabric of reality itself. Council Member 0—Ifrit—stood frozen, his usually impassive face betraying a flicker of unease.
"You thought you could erase your past," Senzuko continued, stepping closer. "You thought you could rewrite history, hide behind your council, and bury the truth. But you can't escape what you've done. No matter how deep you bury it, the truth has a way of surfacing."
Ifrit clenched his fists. "You think you understand the weight of the past? The burdens I carry? You know nothing."
Senzuko's eyes darkened. "Maybe not everything. But I know enough. And soon, so will the rest of the world."
The chamber seemed to vibrate with the weight of impending revelation. The war between truth and deception, power and fear, had reached its boiling point. And for the first time, Ifrit—the one who had always been in control—was beginning to lose his grip.
Council Member 0 let out a sharp, mirthless laugh. "Hah! That's what you think I did? You all believe I destroyed the world out of malice? Fools! You don't understand—I did it for all of you. I sacrificed everything I had to ensure your survival!"
Senzuko scoffed, his eyes burning with anger. "What a pathetic lie. Sacrificed everything, did you? Then why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? If you were so willing to give up everything, why spare me?"
The accusation hung in the air, thick with tension. Council Member 0's expression darkened, but he remained silent.
Senzuko pressed on, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "The only reason you stay hidden is because the world despises you. Even your most loyal followers loathe you. You don't come out because you want the world to forget you, to erase you from history so you can live in peace once more. But you know what happened, don't you? The one thing that ensured you would never fade into obscurity."
Council Member 0 stiffened, his gaze unyielding but betraying the faintest flicker of unease.
Senzuko smirked. "The whole world fears you. They whisper your name in terror, hoping never to cross your path. But there is one who does not fear you. One who will face you very soon. And I think you know him quite well."
A silence settled between them, heavy with the weight of what was to come. Council Member 0 clenched his fists, his mind racing. He knew exactly who Senzuko was referring to. And for the first time in a long while, doubt crept into his heart.
Council Member Zero stepped forward, his eyes burning with rage as he clenched his fists. "Stop yapping and fight me if you dare!" he roared, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Do you think you'll be safe if you run from me? No! I will hunt you down, no matter where you hide. And mark my words—anyone who dares stand against me will face utter defeat!"
Senzuko met his glare without hesitation, his stance unwavering. "I don't care if you hunt me," he responded, his tone calm but laced with defiance. "I'm not afraid of you, Council Member Zero. If you want to fight, then so be it. But don't fool yourself into thinking this battle will go the way you expect."
Zero sneered, stepping closer, but before he could retort, Senzuko continued. "Before we do this, there's something you need to hear. Something crucial."
Council Member Zero narrowed his eyes. "Speak quickly, before I grow tired of your nonsense."
Senzuko took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving Zero's. "Meteosity is falling apart. The cracks have already begun to show, yet you remain oblivious. You're too consumed by your own arrogance to see what's happening around you. You don't care about anyone but yourself. Your people—if you can even call them that—follow you out of fear, not loyalty."
Zero scoffed. "Empty words. Meteosity thrives under my rule. You're grasping at straws."
Senzuko shook his head. "You think so? Then tell me—who can you truly trust? You stand here, so confident, so sure of yourself. But the truth is, you have no one. No allies, no true followers. The person closest to you, the one you rely on the most, will betray you. It's only a matter of time."
For a fleeting moment, uncertainty flickered in Zero's eyes, but he quickly masked it with anger. "Lies!"
Senzuko smirked. "Believe what you will. But prepare yourself, Council Member Zero. The fall of Meteosity has already begun—and you will be powerless to stop it."
Council Member One stepped forward, his stance firm and unwavering. "Whoever is coming, we will protect him. We will stand and fight against any opponent, no matter who they are or what they bring."
Senzuko smirked, crossing his arms. "Oh, are you sure about that? Once he sets foot on the battlefield, you will flee. Fear will take hold of you, and you will abandon him when he needs you most."
Council Member One's expression darkened, his voice steady but fierce. "We will not run. We will not leave him to face this alone. We will stand by his side and protect him—no matter what."
Senzuko's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a taunting whisper. "And what, may I ask, did he promise you in return for such blind loyalty? What has he given you that makes you so willing to risk everything for him? Tell me, and I will give you something far more valuable. I can offer you more than he ever could."
Council Member One clenched his fists, his gaze unyielding. "You are mistaken, Senzuko. You can never offer us something greater than what he has given us. There is no treasure, no power, no promise that could make us turn our backs on him. Our loyalty is not for sale. We will never betray him—not now, not ever."
A resounding chorus erupted as the other council members, except for Akin, raised their voices in unison. "Yes! We will protect him no matter what!"
Senzuko scanned their faces, searching for doubt, hesitation—anything he could exploit. But their resolve was unshaken. He chuckled softly, though his eyes gleamed with intrigue. "We shall see," he murmured. "We shall see if your loyalty withstands the trials ahead."
The mysterious light vanished, leaving behind an eerie silence. Senzuko's voice had faded, his taunting words lingering in the air like a shadow. A heavy tension settled over as all eyes turned to Council Member Zero.
He stood still, his gaze lowered, his expression clouded with something unspoken. Regret? Doubt? For the first time, the ever-confident leader looked shaken, as if he had realized something he wasn't ready to face.
Sensing his hesitation, the other council members quickly rallied around him. "Boss, we will not leave you!" one of them declared, his voice filled with determination. "Don't let his words get to you. He's only trying to weaken you with lies."
Another council member stepped forward. "We will never betray you! No matter what, we stand with you. We will protect you, even if it costs us our lives. Don't worry!"
Council Member Zero finally lifted his head, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he sighed and shook his head. "This isn't about his words," he said, his tone measured but firm. "It's about something far greater—something you won't understand yet."
The council members exchanged puzzled glances before one of them hesitantly asked, "What is it, Boss? Tell us."
Zero's gaze swept across his loyal followers, his lips pressing into a thin line. "I told you already. You won't understand it now," he said, his voice carrying an air of finality. "But in time, you will learn the truth. Soon."
Akin, who was not far from Council Member Zero, stood in quiet contemplation. He watched the other council members, his mind clouded with questions. Why were they so unwaveringly loyal to him? To Akin, Council Member Zero had always seemed like an emotionless warrior, a man driven solely by the pursuit of power. Yet, something about this loyalty suggested it was far more complicated than he had initially thought.
Though curiosity burned within him, Akin did not dare voice his questions. There was an unspoken rule among the council—one did not question Zero's authority. Yet, the more he observed, the more he realized something unsettling.
All the council members who remained loyal to Zero—those who had survived countless battles—were old, veterans who had served for decades. Meanwhile, the younger council members, those who had joined more recently, had been sent to the front lines, where many had perished. Akin couldn't shake the feeling that the older members were deliberately allowing the new blood to be sacrificed.
But why? What reason could they have to abandon the next generation? Was it blind devotion to Zero, or was there something more sinister at play? Akin couldn't understand it yet, but one thing was clear—there was a deeper truth hidden beneath their loyalty, one that he needed to uncover.
(The scene shifts to Zenix's base.)
As the battle between Senzuko and Council Member Zero raged on, a mysterious light emerged, illuminating the battlefield with an ethereal glow. But it did not appear there alone—it also manifested before Hellesa, casting its radiant presence upon her. The light pulsed gently, as if calling out to her, before a voice echoed from within.
"Hellesa," the voice resonated, both commanding and pleading. "I seek your aid in rebuilding what once belonged to your mother. It must be restored."
Hellesa hesitated, her expression guarded. She did not recognize this presence, nor did she understand its true purpose. There was an unease in her heart, a wariness that she could not ignore. "I don't know who you are," she replied firmly, "or what your ambitions are. I cannot agree to something I do not understand."
A second voice—one she did recognize—emerged from the shadows of her mind. The mysterious soul that had been guiding her spoke with urgency. "Trust the light, Hellesa. I know what it is. I have been close to it for a long time. It means you no harm."
Around her, the others in the base had noticed the strange phenomenon. They stood frozen in shock as they watched the glowing entity communicate with Hellesa. Izaki, overcome with concern, tried to approach her, but an invisible barrier materialized between them, stopping him in his tracks. He pressed against it, frustration flashing in his eyes as he struggled in vain to break through.
Seconds passed, stretching into what felt like an eternity. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the light vanished—along with the barrier that had kept Hellesa separated from the others.
Izaki rushed forward. "Hellesa! What was that? Are you okay?"
Hellesa turned to the others, recounting everything the light had said. Conflicted, she looked at them, seeking their thoughts. "It asked me to go with it," she admitted. "To help rebuild something that once belonged to my mother."
The group exchanged uneasy glances. Finally, one of them spoke. "Then go, Hellesa. But if you go, we're going with you. You're not doing this alone."
Hellesa was touched by their loyalty, but uncertainty still lingered. She relayed their words to the mysterious soul, seeking its guidance.
"Next time the light appears," the soul advised, "allow me to take over. The light will come only to take you to the base. I will speak to it and try to convince it to let the others come as well."
Hellesa nodded, determination settling in her gaze. "Okay."
While this was unfolding, the council members began their return to the base, preparing for the imminent battle against Senzuko's father. The air was thick with tension, each step carrying the weight of the confrontation to come. Strategies were forming, weapons being readied—but in the midst of all this, something went unnoticed.
Council Member Zero's wound had healed.
Not a scar remained, no trace of the injury that should have left him weakened. No one had seen it happen. No one had even thought to check. But how was this possible? Was it his own power at work? Or was there something far more mysterious at play?
Akin remained deep in thought, still trapped in the web of questions that had been haunting him. The unwavering loyalty of the council members puzzled him. He had seen their devotion firsthand, but he could not comprehend the force that bound them so strongly to Council Member Zero. It was more than just allegiance—it felt like an unbreakable chain, as if they were tied to him by something beyond mere loyalty. But what?
At the same time, Council Member one himself found his mind occupied with thoughts of another matter. The warning Senzuko had given still echoed in his mind—the unknown figure Senzuko had spoken of with such certainty. Who was this person? Was he truly as powerful as Senzuko claimed? Could he be a force beyond their comprehension? Or was this merely an exaggerated threat meant to instill fear?
For the first time in a long while, doubt crept into Council Member one's mind. What if this adversary did surpass their expectations? What if he was stronger than anyone had foreseen? The uncertainty lingered, unspoken but heavy. The battle ahead was not just one of strength, but of unknowns.
And the unknown had a way of unraveling even the strongest warriors.
Isan, the father of Senzuko and Merin, never anticipated that his children would come face to face with Council Member 0. The very thought of such an encounter was beyond belief, yet the reality was far more astonishing—they not only confronted the enigmatic and feared council member but also managed to escape. When news of this reached Isan, he was overcome with a mix of shock and intrigue. Few had ever encountered Council Member 0 and lived to tell the tale. That his own children had done so made him both apprehensive and, in a strange way, proud.
Despite his initial disbelief, Isan understood the implications of this event. Council Member 0 was not an adversary one simply encountered and evaded without consequence. The council, a shadowy and all-powerful entity, did not tolerate defiance. The fact that Senzuko and Merin had survived meant that they had either accomplished the impossible or had been allowed to escape—for reasons yet unknown. Regardless, the encounter had set an inevitable course in motion. Isan knew that he, too, would have to face Council Member 0 soon. There was no avoiding it. It was only a matter of time before their paths crossed, and Isan needed to be prepared.
Understanding the gravity of the situation, he took swift action. He dispatched his most skilled agents, issuing them a direct order: find Senzuko and Merin and bring them back alive. His reasons were his own, and though some of his subordinates questioned the wisdom of such a mission, they dared not voice their concerns. Loyalty to Isan was absolute, and his will was law.
The agents wasted no time. They spread out, scouring the known lands and venturing into the unknown. They left no stone unturned, no whisper ignored. They searched through villages, cities, and ruins alike. Every contact, every informant was interrogated. Yet, despite their expertise, despite their relentless pursuit, none could find even the faintest trace of Senzuko or Merin. It was as if they had vanished from existence itself.
And in a way, they had.
Senzuko and Merin had found themselves in a place few had seen and even fewer had lived to describe—a ruined paradise. Once, it had been a vibrant land, teeming with life and laughter, a sanctuary of beauty and prosperity. But now, it was nothing more than a shattered remnant of what once was. The streets were empty, the buildings broken and weathered by time. The air carried a lingering sorrow, as though the very land mourned the loss of those who had lived there.
What had happened here? Had the people simply disappeared, swallowed by the void of history? Or had something far darker befallen them? The answers lay buried beneath the ruins, hidden in the silence that stretched endlessly through the forsaken paradise.
For Senzuko and Merin, this place was both a refuge and a mystery. They did not know why fate had led them here, nor did they know what awaited them in the shadows of this forgotten world. But one thing was certain—their journey was far from over. Council Member 0 was not the only force at play, and as Isan's agents continued their futile search, a greater truth loomed just beyond their reach, waiting to be uncovered.
Merin woke up, his head pounding as if it had been struck by a meteor. The last thing he remembered was the overwhelming power of Council Member 0 bearing down on him, then nothing but darkness. As his vision cleared, he found himself staring at a desolate landscape, a place reduced to ruins. Confusion gripped him, and he muttered to himself, "What is this place? Am I still alive... or dead? Why is everything in ruins? Is this the afterlife?"
Then a thought struck him like a bolt of lightning. "Senzuko!" he called out in a panic. "Are we still alive? Tell me we are still alive!"
A familiar voice responded with irritation. "Did he get brain damage or something? Did Council Member 0 smash him that hard?" Senzuko scoffed before confirming, "Bro, we are alive!!"
Merin blinked, trying to process what he was hearing. "What? We are still alive? How?! How did we escape?!"
Senzuko sighed, rubbing his temple. "We got teleported here."
Merin's eyes widened in disbelief. "How? Who teleported us here?"
Senzuko crossed his arms. "Don't ask me," he said flatly.
Just then, Merin's phone buzzed, breaking the tension. He instinctively grabbed it, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw the notification. A video message had just been sent to him, and as he opened it, his blood ran cold.
The message displayed a worldwide broadcast, showing his father, Isan, with a grim expression. The text beneath it read: "My sons, Merin and Senzuko, are missing. Whoever finds them will receive a reward of $1 million and another special prize."
Merin's hands trembled as he scrolled through the video stats—300 million views and still climbing. The world now knew they were missing. The hunt had begun.
He turned to Senzuko, his voice rising in alarm. "Did you see this?! Our father is offering a million-dollar bounty for us! We are not safe here! We need to go somewhere safer, now!"
Senzuko, however, remained unfazed. He leaned against a broken stone pillar, arms still crossed. "This is the safest place we can be. No one knows this place even exists."
Merin's anxiety spiked. "What?! What even is this area? And how could no one find it? It's just an open area!"
Senzuko smirked and shook his head. "It looks like an open area, but it's not. This place is hidden behind a massive waterfall. That's why I said no one can find us, no matter what."
Merin turned around, taking a second look at their surroundings. Now that Senzuko mentioned it, the air was thick with moisture, and he could hear the roaring of water in the distance. The ruins, though exposed to the sky, were camouflaged by the cascading mist from the towering waterfall that concealed them from sight. It was the perfect hiding spot.
Yet, despite the safety, Merin couldn't shake the unease crawling up his spine. They had survived an encounter with the most powerful entity known to man. Their father had placed a bounty on their heads, making them targets to anyone desperate enough to chase after them. And now, they were stranded in an abandoned world, unsure of their next move.
Merin sighed, rubbing his temples as the weight of their situation settled over him. "Okay... but what should we do next?" he asked, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and uncertainty.
Senzuko, ever the composed one, folded his arms and stared into the distance. "We wait."
Merin raised an eyebrow. "Wait? For what?"
Senzuko's gaze remained steady. "For someone important. Someone precious. They will come, and when they do, they will help us rebuild this place—a place that was once a paradise but now lies in ruins."
Merin exhaled sharply, pacing back and forth. "And until then? What are we supposed to do? Just sit here and twiddle our thumbs?"
Senzuko smirked slightly but remained calm. "We prepare. This place may be hidden, but it won't remain safe forever. We don't know who else is searching for us, or what dangers might come our way. We need to be ready."
Merin crossed his arms, staring up at the mist-covered sky. "So, we train, we plan, and we survive."
Senzuko nodded. "Exactly. Until the time comes, we stay strong. We rebuild ourselves first—only then can we rebuild this paradise."
(The scene shifts to Zenix's base.)
A sudden burst of radiant energy illuminated the darkened halls, and without warning, an intense wave of force erupted from the mysterious light. It sent everyone surrounding Hellesa hurtling backward, scattering them across the stone floor. The moment the energy manifested, the presence within the light seized control of Hellesa, her eyes glowing with an ethereal luminescence as the mysterious spirit took over.
The voice that spoke through Hellesa was calm yet resolute. "I will come with you," it declared, "but I have a favor."
The radiant entity pulsed with energy before responding, its voice echoing like a chorus of whispers. "What is it?"
The mysterious soul, now fully controlling Hellesa, did not hesitate. "I want my friends to come with me too."
A long silence followed, charged with tension. Then, the light flickered and responded with finality. "That is not possible. We cannot allow outsiders into our domain. You already know that."
The mysterious soul did not back down. "These people are the reason I was able to awaken within Hellesa. They are not outsiders. If you still possess your true power, you will recognize them."
The entity hesitated. The light shifted, turning toward the others who had been thrown back moments earlier. It hovered in silence, observing each of them with an unreadable intensity. Seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity before the entity finally spoke. "They may come," it allowed, "all of them... except one."
A murmur of confusion spread among the group as the mysterious soul narrowed Hellesa's glowing eyes. "Who is it? And why is this person forbidden?"
The light pulsed again. "Isaac. He cannot be permitted to enter. Our laws forbid it. You know this as well."
The air in the room grew heavier. The name hung between them like a looming shadow. But none of the others understood a word. The conversation had unfolded in a language unlike any spoken by mortals, a tongue ancient and enigmatic, beyond the comprehension of those who merely listened. To them, it was nothing more than a sequence of unintelligible sounds, layered with hidden meaning only the two ethereal beings seemed to grasp.
Confusion rippled through the group. Some exchanged bewildered glances, while others instinctively stepped back, sensing that something monumental had just transpired—even if they did not fully comprehend what it was.
Isaac, the one now at the center of this cryptic decision, furrowed his brows. "What... what are you saying?" he demanded, looking between Hellesa and the light. "Why am I not allowed to go? What rule am I breaking?"
But no answer came—not in a language he could understand. Instead, the mysterious spirit within Hellesa remained silent, and the glowing entity stood firm, unwavering in its decree.
Tension mounted. The air crackled with unseen forces, the weight of an untold truth pressing upon them all. The decision had been made. And Isaac was left standing on the precipice of an enigma he could not decipher.
(The scene shifts to Meteosity's headquarters.)
Council Member 0 stood at the head of a long, dimly lit chamber, his presence commanding the attention of all those gathered before him. The room was lined with towering pillars, casting elongated shadows across the marble floor. The other council members stood in disciplined formation, awaiting his words.
His voice was sharp and unwavering as he addressed them. "Listen, all of you! The enemy we are about to face is no ordinary opponent. Do not underestimate him. He may surpass your expectations in ways you cannot predict. He is not only strong—he is highly unpredictable. One wrong move could be the difference between victory and failure."
A heavy silence fell over the room as the council members absorbed his words. They had faced countless adversaries before, but there was something different about this warning. Council Member 0 was not one to issue caution lightly.
He continued, his gaze sweeping over the assembled warriors. "Do not fight carelessly. He may not be alone. We must assume he has backup—perhaps allies we are unaware of. Stay alert at all times. Do not let your guard down."
The air in the chamber grew tense, a shared understanding passing between the members. They had fought many battles together, but this time, the stakes felt even higher.
In unison, the council members responded with unwavering determination. "Understood!"
Council Member 0 nodded, satisfied. The battle ahead would test their limits, but they would face it with absolute resolve. Failure was not an option.
(The scene shifts to BCB headquarters.)
A heavy tension filled the air as BCB agents gathered in the central hall, their eyes fixed on their leader, Isan, who stood at the front with unwavering authority. His presence alone was enough to command absolute attention. The upcoming battle was unlike anything they had faced before, and everyone knew it.
Isan's voice rang through the room, firm and resolute. "Everyone, prepare yourselves. The fight against Meteosity is imminent. Gather your weapons, reinforce your defenses, and make sure you are ready for what is to come. No matter what, we must win."
Murmurs spread through the crowd, but before anyone could voice their concerns, Isan added with weight in his words, "And this fight will take place right here, in our headquarters."
A wave of surprise rippled through the agents.
"What? In our own headquarters?" one of them exclaimed. "Why here? Can't we change the location?"
Another agent stepped forward, brows furrowed. "Wouldn't it be smarter to fight them on neutral ground? A battlefield we can control?"
Isan's sharp gaze silenced the murmurs. He stepped forward, eyes scanning the room, ensuring every agent understood the gravity of the situation. "I need you all to listen carefully," he said, his voice unwavering. "This is not just another mission. This is not a negotiation. This is war—a full-fledged battle between two powerful organizations. And the outcome of this fight will decide the fate of the losing side."
Silence fell over the room as his words sank in.
"This is not just about survival," Isan continued, his voice carrying a sense of finality. "The winner of this battle will determine the future of the defeated. They will either cease to exist or be absorbed into us. This is more than a fight—it is the defining moment of our organization's future."
The weight of the situation settled on every agent's shoulders. Doubt and hesitation faded, replaced by a steely resolve. They understood now—there was no running, no changing the battlefield. Their headquarters would be their fortress, their last stand, and their greatest chance at victory.
Slowly, one by one, the agents began nodding. Weapons were checked, final preparations were made, and a silent determination spread across the room.
Isan took one final look at his people before speaking again, his tone unshakable. "We do not fight just for ourselves. We fight for everything we have built. We fight for our future. And we will not lose."
A collective roar of agreement erupted from the agents, their hesitation now gone. The battle for survival had begun.
this fight will decide the future of everything.