Above everything, the sky was broken.
Not just one sky — but many.
Layered like shattered glass.
Strange stars blinked in and out.
Dark clouds swirled like living things.
It was as if the whole universe was falling apart.
And then—
A monster screamed.
A sword had pierced its body, cutting it clean through. The creature was made of wings, claws, and shadows. It collapsed to the ground. Black blood poured out and covered the cracked surface.
Smoke filled the air.
Everything went quiet.
Through that smoke, something appeared—
A throne.
It looked ancient. Made of stone, roots, and bones. It some how managed to stood at the ruined world.
A man stood in front of it.
His sword dragged behind him, making sparks as it scraped the ground — little glowing lights, like fire.
He didn't speak. He didn't need to.
In front of him, three people appeared.
— A boy holding a large sword, nervous but ready and Laughing
— A girl holding a glowing book, her face calm and focused but beautiful.
— And A Tall man Who's hair is falling on his face, smiling like he already knew how this would end.
They stood together. Facing him.
The man looked at them... and smiled.
Then a voice spoke — deep and cold, like it came from everywhere but still nowhere
"This is where the fate of the universe is decided.
In a game.
A game of sleep... torture and"
The three ran toward him.
But suddenly, someone appeared in front of them. A dark figure, covered in shadows. Time stopped. The ground shook.
Everything broke.
---
Now we rise—
Up into the stars.
Past planets and galaxies.
And we see it happening again — in many different worlds.
Same story.
Slightly different.
But Same Fight.
"This is only the beginning of the end,"
the narrator says.
Then, in his own thoughts:
"I feel sorry for them.
Those kids who made it this far…
Only to lose.
Because you can't win in every world.
Not with such little power.
In this game…
death is always waiting."
The man on the throne lifts his sword.
"This is the end." says narrator
A huge shadow appears above him, glowing with golden light. It stretches across the sky
The tall man stares at it, frozen.
"Is this it...?
The Finale?"
He smiles and Says
"NO , THIS AIN'T IT YET"
Jugram gasps and bolts upright in bed.
His breath catches in his throat. His chest is on fire. His skin is drenched in cold sweat. Around him, the room is still — too still — except for the fading echo of that voice from his dream.
"This is the end."
His fingers dig into the blanket. His eyes dart to the ceiling, expecting golden wings, ash, ruin — but it's just the ceiling of his bedroom. Plain. Safe.
Munich. August 18th, 2008.
His 18th birthday.
He chokes back a sob and reaches for the water bottle beside his bed, his hands trembling.
Jugram (to himself):
"Another dream. Another death. Another world ending… And every time, I'm in the middle of it."
He pulls a small digital camcorder from his desk drawer, flicks it on. The red light begins blinking.
Jugram (to the camera):
"August 18th. My name is Jugram Constantine. I just turned 18. I live in Munich. And…"
He hesitates, eyes hollow.
Jugram:
"…I don't know what's real anymore."
He leans in closer, almost whispering.
Jugram:
"I keep seeing them. A throne made of bones and roots. A sword that splits time. A girl with a cursed book. A boy trying to fight fate. And me. Always me. Watching everything fall apart."
He looks down at his chest, rubbing where the phantom pain always lingers.
Jugram (softly):
"It hurts. Even when I'm awake. Something's… wrong."
CREEEAK.
The door opens slowly.
His mother walks in, radiant and gentle, holding a tray with breakfast.
Mother (smiling):
"Jugram~ Happy birthday, mein Sohn! Shouldn't you be out with your friends, doing something stupid and dangerous?"
He offers her a tired smile. Her presence grounds him. Feels like sunlight.
Jugram:
"I thought I'd just stay home. Be with you. With Dad. Ever since—"
He stops.
She walks over and presses a finger to his lips, gently.
Mother:
"No more of that. You've suffered enough. Today, just be here. With us."
Jugram (thinking):
That warmth… I almost believe it's real.
He nods, feeling something inside him loosen for the first time in days.
Jugram:
"Thanks, Mom. I—"
CRACK.
He doubles over suddenly, clutching his chest. A white-hot pain lances through his ribs like a blade from the inside out.
Jugram (gasping):
"AGH—! Nnghh—!"
The tray crashes to the floor. Eggs and glass scatter across the wood.
Mother (terrified):
"Jugram?! What's wrong?!"
The pain blinds him. It feels too real to be a dream—too sharp to be imagined.
And then… it's gone. Silence. His heartbeat slows.
Jugram (panting):
"…This happened before. In my dream. This exact moment."
He stands, dazed. His eyes drift toward his mother.
Jugram:
"Mom… I think something's wrong with me. I think I'm—"
She's smiling.
But not moving.
His voice falters.
Jugram (whispers):
"…Mom?"
Blood.
A red line appears across her neck. Thin. Silent.
And then—
SCHLUNK.
Her head detaches.
Jugram watches in frozen horror as it falls, slowly, silently, hitting the floor with a sickening thud. Her body remains standing for a moment, blood spurting, before collapsing in a heap beside it.
Jugram (screaming):
"MOM!!"
He drops to his knees, grabbing her lifeless head, trembling violently.
Jugram:
"No—no—NO—what is this?! What's happening?!"
Blood soaks into the wood. It coats his hands. His arms. The air reeks of iron.
Suddenly—
A sound. A whisper. A voice.
Low, crawling through the cracks in the world.
Voice (distorted):
"Death... is inevitable."
A figure steps into the room. Cloaked in black mist, its face hidden behind a fractured, floating mask. Its hands drip with shadows. The air bends around it.
Jugram (terrified):
"Who—what—are you?!"
The figure raises a hand. Time fractures.
The air ripples. The walls bleed shadow.
The floor beneath Jugram cracks open, and he's falling—
—falling through darkness—
Through stars. Through universes. Through the same moment, repeating.
Each time ending in ruin.
Each time ending in blood.
Voice (echoing):
"This is the beginning...
...of the end."