[EXT. ZYREN'S FORTRESS – NIGHT]
Dark fire burned low across the obsidian stone of the courtyard.
The four commanders stood in a ring — Veydrin, Nyxara, Cinderbane, and the newcomer cloaked in shifting silence.
For the first time, the fourth spoke.
His voice was not loud.
It was the sound of a knife sliding into flesh — clean, final.
> Silent Death:
"I am not here to follow.
I am here to train the heir."
> "And to become the Strongest General."
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[INT. FORTRESS THRONE ROOM]
Zyren stepped down from his black altar.
His gaze was cold — but not dismissive.
> Zyren:
"You speak boldly for one shrouded so long in myth."
> Silent Death:
"Then let me show you the truth."
He lifted his hand.
In his palm, a blackened emblem pulsed — shaped like an eye half-buried in ash.
The mark of the Dark God.
Alongside it, he unraveled a scroll, its ink pulsing with cursed divine energy.
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> Letter (in Dark God's script):
"To my son, Zyren —
If you read this, I have fallen.
But I have left you my sharpest blade."
> "He is the one who defeated Krevaz — my shadow, my second soul — not by death, but by domination."
> "He is the only other to bear my emblem — and the only one who has ever knocked my shadow unconscious."
> "Train under him.
He carries one of my greatest abilities — resurrection of fallen warriors into shadow wraiths."
> "One day, he will awaken that power in you.
When you are ready."
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Zyren read in silence.
Then—
He knelt.
> Zyren:
"Then I am ready."
> "Teach me, Silent Death."
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[FLASHBACK – YEARS AGO – DARK GOD'S LAST MEETING]
In a realm of pure chaos and inverted stars, The Dark God stood atop a mountain of screaming souls.
At his feet, Silent Death knelt.
Before them loomed Krevaz, the Shadow incarnate — a living fragment of the Dark God's own power.
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> Dark God:
"Do not kill him."
> "The one who renders the other unconscious — wins."
Krevaz laughed, baring fangs of smoke.
> Krevaz:
"You pit your toy against me?"
In one move, Silent Death vanished — then reappeared behind Krevaz.
A single strike — perfectly aimed — struck the shadow's pressure point.
Krevaz's body buckled.
He collapsed into darkness.
Unconscious.
Not dead.
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The Dark God stepped forward.
He raised the sacred emblem — and placed it into Silent Death's palm.
> Dark God (whispering):
"Now hide.
The world cannot know what I've made."
> "Until the time comes…
when my son needs you most."
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[BACK TO PRESENT – ZYREN'S FORTRESS]
The scroll vanished in smoke.
Silent Death turned.
> Silent Death:
"You are not ready yet.
But you will be."
He raised the emblem — and from the stones beneath the fortress, black energy surged.
Dark warrior spirits — half-shadow, half-soul — rose from the abyss.
They circled him — not Zyren.
> Silent Death:
"These are not yours… yet."
> "When you awaken what lies within…
you will command them."
Zyren nodded, expression sharp.
> Zyren:
"Then train me.
Until I do."
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[INT. LIGHT SCHOOL – SACRED TRAINING WELL]
Lyrion stood alone in a chamber glowing with silver fire.
His breath was slow.
His body tense.
Then — CRACK.
The second lock on his anklet burst open.
A radiant ring of light spiraled out — and again, Veloria felt it.
She rushed in, eyes wide.
And saw it glowing — golden and white — around his wrist.
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> Veloria (whispering):
"The second seal…"
> Lyrion (steady):
"It's like it's… alive."
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[INT. SCHOOLS OF THE DIVINE REALMS – TRAINING SEQUENCES]
School of Time
Chronos guided elites through collapsed futures and spiraled seconds.
They began mastering impossible decision speed — acting within half-time flow.
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School of Elements
Mountains split in half.
Students fused water and flame, lightning and metal — creation through chaos.
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School of Space
Combat inside folded space pockets.
Some students trained in inverted gravity, others on void-bound cliffs.
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School of Living Creation
Simulated heartbeats of a dying world.
Students healed trees and people — simultaneously fighting off illusions of death.
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School of Nonliving Creation
Forged constructs built in real-time.
Weapons that could speak. Shields that remembered strikes.
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[INT. LIGHT SCHOOL – EVENING]
Veloria sat beside Lyrion.
His anklet still glowed, dimmer now.
> Veloria:
"Do you think these powers will ever stop surprising us?"
> Lyrion:
"Only if we stop earning them."
She leaned closer.
And for a moment — the light pulsed once more.
Only she could see it.
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[EXT. ZYREN'S FORTRESS – NIGHTFALL]
The four generals now stood behind Zyren — Silent Death at his right.
Zyren faced the battlefield — watching dark spirits train in silence.
> Zyren (low voice):
"The Light God raised a legacy."
> "So shall I."
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TO BE CONTINUED...