THE SILENT HALL OF SENTINELS
The episode begins within the valkerio Sentinels Organisation, a colossal fortress known to house warriors who stand between realms—protectors against the horrors of beasts and monsters.
The vast grand hall lies draped in silence. Dim light seeps through the crystal pillars, illuminating armored figures seated across the chamber. The sound of footsteps echoes as a warrior and his squad enter, their armor dusted with the scent of battle.
They kneel before the Archons—mentors,
veterans whose eyes burn with wisdom and unspoken authority.
Warrior ,serious, voice steady despite exhaustion,
"The cosmic beast in this region… was defeated by someone."
The hall stirs. The flickering torches cast tall shadows against the black marble floor.
Archon 1 cold, suspicious tone,
"How do you define that? Did you find the corpse of the Supreme Beast?"
Warrior shaking his head, lowering gaze,
"No… I didn't find its corpse. But I did find the bodies of the Divine Soldiers."
The sound of his words seems to echo endlessly.
Every warrior in the hall stills, the weight of that revelation pressing on them like a storm cloud.
Warrior continuing, more solemnly,
"Moreover… I found the corpse of a Celestial Guard."
A murmur ripples through the ranks. Even the Archons exchange uneasy glances.
Archon 3 ,in disbelief,
"The Celestial Guard, Divine Soldiers, and now the absence of the Cosmic Beast… Who could dare such destruction in this land?"
Warrior , firmly, his tone darkening,
"Sir, I can guarantee—he isn't from here. The slashes, the wounds, the patterns of destruction… they're foreign. They're not like ours."
A pause—deep, suffocating. The tension thickens.
Archon 2 , thoughtful, quietly,
"Hmm… we'll find out soon enough who this mysterious being might be."
The warrior nods respectfully, saluting before leading his squad away. Their fading footsteps leave behind an eerie silence in the hall—one that seems almost alive, whispering of an unseen storm approaching.
ECHOES FROM THE PAST
The scene blurs—colors fading to gray—as the story shifts to the ruins of the Orian Kingdom. Wind howls through broken towers, carrying the scent of burnt stone and old blood.
Orian stands frozen, eyes wide—not with fear, but with an emotion deeper, older.
Orian voice trembling, filled with disbelief,
"Master… your name is… Keyokthai Shammroy?"
Shammroy nods, his expression calm yet shadowed by uncertainty.
Orian breathing unevenly, his tone faint,
"Are you… the descendant of him?"
Shammroy pale, confused,
"Who are you talking about?"
Orian's gaze drifts upward, memories flickering behind his eyes.
Orian voice low, nostalgic and fearful,
"When I was a child, my ancestors told tales… about a being who struck fear across all realms. They said he was immortal—challenging even the cosmic powers, even the first Overlord himself."
Querion in shock,
"Challenged… the first Overlord?!"
Orian nods grimly.
Ferin curious, leaning forward slightly,
"Who is that? And why are you trembling just from hearing Shammroy's name?"
Sweat trickles down Orian's temple as he takes a deep breath, his voice heavy with the weight of dread.
Orian tense, words trembling,
"The reason why I fear that name… is because he is the one who feared my ancestor —he was known as the Malevolent Demon Lord Keyokthai. A being who sought to conquer every realm… every throne that stood above him."
His words echo across the ruined kingdom, carried by the bitter wind. The others fall silent, the name Keyokthai resounding like thunder in their hearts.
THE ABYSSAL REVELATION
The scene transitions into the charcoal abyss, where darkness breathes and echoes hum like whispers of the past.
Sang Jaey sits cross-legged, eyes locked with Keyokthai, the shadow of a god burning in his crimson gaze.
Sang in disbelief, his voice echoing in the void,
"So… you're the one who spoke that day? The one who declared me as the Demon Lord?!"
His tone trembles with anger and confusion.
Sang accusing,
"You're the Demon Lord here—not me!"
Keyokthai chuckles softly, the sound deep and unsettling—like laughter beneath thunder.
Keyokthai calm, mocking, amused,
"Me, Demon Lord? Hahahaha…"
He leans forward, the abyss flickering with blue fire as his presence swells.
Keyokthai smiling darkly, voice like rumbling stone,
"I am not a Demon Lord…"
Keyokthai commanding, with divine authority,
"I am the Lords of Demon Lords."
The words echo endlessly, shattering the silence. The abyss trembles, and the faint outline of Sang's aura flares in shock—his heartbeat resonating with the void.