[Opening Scene: The Molded Domain]
[Agilan stands in the twisted, flesh-laden landscape, the pulsating heart towering above him. The massive eye in the center of the heart focuses on him, and a deep, ancient voice echoes through the domain.]
Molded Entity ( The Heart):
"I am Y'therax, the Ancient One… the first Molded… the progenitor of the Fleshbound."
[Agilan steps back, his heart pounding, but he clenches his fists in defiance.]
Agilan:
"Why me? Why did you choose me for this nightmare?"
Y'therax (chuckling):
"Your soul, Agilan. Diseased. Fractured. Perfect for my gift. Others… they lack the depth of despair needed to wield the power of the flesh."
[Agilan's breathing quickens, and he lunges, trying to summon his claws, but nothing happens. He stares at his hands, shocked.]
Agilan (shouting):
"What did you do to me?"
Y'therax:
"I am the source of your power, boy. Do you think you wield it without my blessing? Your Flesh is mine to command."
[Agilan trembles, his anger turning to fear, but he grits his teeth.]
Agilan:
"Then take it back! I don't want your curse!"
Y'therax:
"This is no curse… it is salvation. You are destined to become the Flesh Monarch. To rise above mortals and bring balance to this decaying and rule world."
[Agilan hesitates, confused and torn.]
Agilan:
"Flesh Monarch? What does that even mean?"
Y'therax (smirking):
"It means power. Absolute power. To shape and command life itself. To become Fleshbound, the sovereign of all who carry the mold."
[Before Agilan can respond, the flesh in the domain begins to writhe. Shadows emerge from the mist, and from the depths comes the Lycan Alpha, the first Molded creature Agilan defeated. The hulking, wolf-like being bows low before Y'therax's heart, its glowing red eyes fixed on Agilan.]
Lycan Alpha:
"You return to us, my lord. The flesh recognizes its monarch."
[More molded beings appear, including those Agilan has fought before, their monstrous forms kneeling in submission. Y'therax's voice grows deeper, more resonant.]
Y'therax:
"Do you see? These creatures are not your enemies. They are your allies, your soldiers, your kingdom. They kneel because they know the truth… that you are their king."
[Agilan's breathing slows as he processes this revelation, a mix of awe and horror clouding his expression.]
Agilan (thinking):
"If I become this… will I lose myself? Or can I control them… to protect, not destroy?"
Y'therax:
"The choice is yours, boy. But power is not given without a price. Embrace your destiny, and these creatures will be yours to command."
[As Y'therax speaks, a massive tentacle extends from the heart, reaches to Agilan. He takes a step back, but the voice booms louder.]
Y'therax:
"Do not fear, boy. Embrace your destiny. Touch the flesh, and claim your throne."
[Agilan looks at the tentacle, conflicted. Images of his father and the people he has fought to protect flash through his mind.]
Agilan (thinking):
"If I take this power… I can save them. I can save everyone."
[He hesitantly steps forward and touches the tentacle. It wraps around him instantly, covering his body in pulsating flesh, his form consumed by the mold as Y'therax voice echoes.]
Y'therax:
"Rise, Fleshbound… Rise Flesh Monarch! ...You Are The Last Flesh Of Humanity
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[Back in the Real World]
[Agilan's lifeless body lies in the rubble. A single tentacle emerges from his back, twitching unnaturally. Slowly, his eyes open—pupilless and glowing faintly red. The tentacle moves, controlling his body like a puppet. Nearby, the Molded King roars, sensing the change.]
[The Molded King commands a massive worm to attack. The creature lunges at Agilan, but he dodges effortlessly, moving with an eerie grace. The worm strikes again, but Agilan catches it mid-attack with one hand.]
Agilan (coldly):
"Is this all you've got?"
[He summons his hammerfist, the massive weapon forming in his hand. He uppercuts the worm, sending it flying. As it soars through the air, spikes erupt from its body, piercing it completely. The worm collapses in a grotesque heap.]
[The Molded King lets out a deafening roar, summoning more worms. Agilan stands, his body transforming further. Armored scales grow over his flesh, tearing through his clothes. His appearance becomes more monstrous yet undeniably powerful, with glowing veins and jagged spikes.]
Agilan (smirking, in a deep, resonant voice):
"The Fleshbound Monarch?… that's what you called me, wasn't it? Let me show you why."
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[Final Scene: Showdown Setup]
[The Molded King looms, its grotesque form pulsing with fury. Agilan steps forward, his new form exuding raw power and authority. The two stand ready, a battle between the "King VS Monarch" about to begin.]
Agilan (taunting):
"You wanted me dead? Too late. Now, I'll show you what it means to be The Fleshbound."
[The screen fades to black as Agilan charges, his tendrils and hammerfist glowing with energy.]
To Be Continued…