THE FOG OF VALKERIO
The episode begins with the cold breath of dawn spreading across Valkerio Planet.
A thick fog drapes the horizon, dew glistening on every blade of grass as the morning whispers alive with the faint sounds of combat.
From within the mist—
"AAHH!"
"WHAAACK!"
Each echo shatters the silence, until a shadowed figure slowly steps out, surrounded by a dark, pulsating demonic aura. Fire bursts, frost crackles, vines crawl from the ground, stones tear from the earth, and gusts twist the air in spirals.
As the haze clears—
Shammroy stands in the heart of it, sweat gleaming across his bare torso, his breathing heavy and controlled. His eyes burn with fierce concentration.
He steps back, raises his leg, and unleashes a blazing Hellfire Kick, followed by both arms extending — one hand releasing Frostbite, the other calling forth Stone Fang and Thornroot in unison. The elements dance violently around him.
Then, drawing in power, he leaps high, his body spinning mid-air. He channels Soul Wind, carving invisible slashes through the fog, creating a whirling storm of destruction that ripples across the landscape.
Landing hard, he exhales, dropping to one knee, sweat dripping from his temple. He wipes it off, clenches his fist, and mutters softly—
Shammroy determined, breathing heavily,
"Not… enough."
The ground trembles as his demonic aura rises again, swirling up from his fists, consuming his body in a black and crimson storm. He closes his eyes—
And when he opens them, he is no longer on the field.
THE VOID TRIAL
A vast void stretches endlessly. Shammroy stands still, eyes narrow, and a faint smirk pulls at his lips.
Shammroy challenging tone,
"Okay then… show me what you got."
From the darkness, streams of elemental power hurl toward him—flames, frost, lightning, and stone shards—but Shammroy slips between them effortlessly, each dodge a display of pure instinct.
Shammroy mocking calm,
"It seems like the warm-up has finished."
Suddenly, the void trembles—
From one side, a storm of weapons emerges: swords, spears, axes, daggers—all flying without a gap between them. The air becomes a lethal blur.
He blocks, dodges, parries with bare hand—but the weapons keep looping, faster and faster. Then, a sudden gasp escapes him—
Shammroy , gritted teeth,
"Guess… I don't have any choice."
With lightning reflexes, he grabs a katana mid-spin from the air. Holding it mid-blade, he flicks it with his thumb, setting it spinning wildly in his hand. The rotating blade creates a protective spiral, deflecting the onslaught around him.
He moves like a storm—every spin faster, every block sharper—until his aura fuses with the katana, turning the spinning weapon into a whirlwind of crimson steel.
Then, with a roar, he swings it once all around him — makes the looping weapon to strike down at a distance from him.
A blinding flash cuts through the void. The weapons vanish into nothing.
He drops to the ground, panting, drenched in sweat.
Shammroy exhausted whisper,
"Guess… I finally passed Level Two."
THE GOLDEN HORIZON
The void fades.
The warm golden rays of the rising sun fall on Shammroy's face. He lies back on the grass, chest heaving, the horizon glowing in peace after chaos.
Footsteps approach—the sound of light chatter.
Querion, Kaizer, and Ferin climb the nearby cliff, yawning and stretching.
Ferin half-asleep, squinting,
"What!…What are you doing here?"
Querion yawning lazily,
"Why are you sweating? Do you do anything?!"
Shammroy brushing off, smiling faintly,
"Nothing. Just warming up myself."
They all went to fresh up themselves nearby a lake.
THE SCARRED WARRIOR
As they put on their clothes, Kaizer notices Shammroy's bare torso and back glistening under the morning light—etched with scars forming strange patterns.
Kaizer surprised,
"Hey! Why does your body have scars…? They form patterns too!"
Querion curious, narrowing his eyes,
"Yeah… that's not normal."
Ferin inspecting closely,
"They're… perfectly aligned.".
Shammroy casual tone, pulling his shirt,
"I don't know. Father said—'Those scars had cause I have this much body— as a warrior .' That's all I know."
Everyone nods silently, exchanging thoughtful looks.
Kaizer breaking the silence,
"So… where are we headed now?"
Querion half-grinning,
"Can't you remember what the old lady said last night?"
THE RUMOURS OF THE RESTAURANT
The scene shifts.
A gentle camera bluff transitions to a quiet restaurant, where the four sit together, enjoying their meals. The atmosphere is warm and carefree—laughter echoes softly.
Ferin relieved, smiling,
"Glad we finally have a place to sleep… and eat."
Shammroy nodding, calm,
"Yeah… it's been a while since peace felt this quiet."
But suddenly, the restaurant's mood changes.
Whispers ripple through the crowd.
Villager 1 anxious whisper,
"Did you hear? The Cosmic Beast has been defeated and killed!"
Villager 2 skeptical,
"No, no—some say's he's been kidnapped…"
Villager 3 worried, trembling,
"If the Supreme Saviour isn't here… the darkness will return to conquer us all!"
The murmurs grow louder. Fear spreads like fire. The four exchange serious glances—
Their eyes lock on the trembling man's words.
When they go to pay the bill, Ferin leans closer to the old lady behind the counter.
Ferin politely curious,
"Old lady, could you tell me what that man was saying earlier?"
The old woman pauses, her wrinkled face tightening.
Old Lady softly, with dread,
"Oh, that… This place was once ruined by a monstrous being. The Cosmic Gods took pity on us and blessed a protector—the Cosmic Beast. He defeated that monster and he went into darkness… But they are some claims that his survival is uncertain. Some say he's gathering strength again… That's why people live in fear."
Shammroy narrowing his eyes,
"Who is that… monster?"
The old lady looks up at him with a uncertain in her gaze.
Old Lady quiet, trembling,
"Guess… his name is Bernetter."