A Warrior's Reflection
The room bathed in soft blue twilight... silence filled the air.
Sang slowly blinked open his eyes, groaning faintly. He sat up on the velvet sheets, breathing heavy, still disoriented.
Sang (whispers, confused):
"Where... am I?"
His gaze shifted around the ornate chamber. Something felt oddly different. He stood up, slowly making his way toward the tall mirror against the wall. As he approached, he unbuttoned his torn shirt—then froze.
Staring back at him was not the boy he remembered—but a hardened, muscular warrior. Broad shoulders, ,powerful arms, every inch sculpted like a battle-born titan.
Sang (eyes wide):
"What the… is this… my body?"
He traced his fingers across his chest—then noticed deep, fading scars that looked ancient.
Sang (alarmed):
"These scars… when did I get these?"
Then, remembering the echoing voice from earlier...
Sang (frowning):
"And what did that voice mean? 'Inside my heart'… what was that?"
An Unexpected Visitor
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
Sang (startled, turning defensively):
"Who's there!?"
Sylin stepped in, cheeks instantly turning red as she saw his half-naked form.
Sang (embarrassed):
"D-Don't you knock before entering someone's room!?"
But Sylin rushed forward and threw her arms around him, her voice breaking.
Sylin (teary-eyed):
"I was... so worried about you…"
Sang gently wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
Sang (calmly):
"You didn't have to be. I'm alright now."
But just then, the door slammed open again, and the group barged in—Zoick, Earian, and others, along with the Elder of Zius.
Sylin and Sang quickly pulled away, flustered.
Zoick (whistles):
"Daaamn! Sang, that's one hell of a body!"
Sang (groaning):
"Stop it, man!"
Eldrin (seriously):
"Lord... you must get ready."
Group (confused, murmuring):
"...Lord?"
Sang (raising an eyebrow):
"Wait—party? For what?"
Elder of Zius (smiling):
"You defeated the Monster of Zius. To our people, you are now a hero. Tonight, we honor you."
Sang (glancing at his ripped clothes):
"But I don't even have anything to wear… this shirt is basically rags."
Just then, Earian stepped forward, holding a sleek, elegant outfit.
Earian (grinning):
"Problem solved, hero."
Sang chuckled softly and nodded.
A King in Disguise – On Libru
Across galaxies, on the ancient planet Libru…
Two cloaked figures walked along a mountain pass, the silver wind brushing their hoods. One was King Vilgrim, the other—his most trusted knight.
They passed forests, hills, and old ruins, finally arriving at the edge of a massive, towering library—a structure lost in time.
But just as they stepped forward, a hulking giant blocked their path—the Library Sentinel.
Sentinel (gruffly):
"Who are you? What is your purpose?"
Vilgrim (in disguise, firm voice):
"We're from Thairus. We seek knowledge of our ancient past."
Sentinel:
"Sent by whom?"
Vilgrim (coldly):
"Our king."
Sentinel (narrowing eyes):
"Which king?"
Vilgrim (stepping forward, voice deeper):
"The King... of Abyssal Nexus."
The sentinel's pupils dilated.
Sentinel (thinking):
"Thairus… Abyssal Nexus… Who are these two really...?"
The Celebration of a Hero
Back on Zius, the grand palace glowed under crystal chandeliers and golden lights. Sang walked down the stairway, now fully dressed in formal attire. His team turned toward him.
Sang (smiling):
"Damn, you guys cleaned up well. Looking sharp!"
Zoick (raising his glass):
"To the hero of Zius!"
The room erupted in cheers. Everyone laughed, drank, danced.
Suddenly, the girls of Zius entered—radiant and graceful. One winked, another waved. Sylin caught Sang's eye and raised an eyebrow.
Sylin (smirking):
"Well? How do I look?"
Sang (smiling):
"Cute. And dangerously gorgeous."
The party flowed—until the Zius girls pulled Sang away playfully to show him something. Sylin's face darkened.
A moment later, she grabbed Sang's wrist and dragged him outside into the moonlight garden.
Sylin (voice trembling):
"Sang... I've been feeling something. I don't know what it means. But every time I see you... my heart races."
She stepped closer, looking into his eyes.
Sylin (confessing):
"I think... I love you, Sang."
Sang looked stunned—but then softly smiled. He pulled her gently into a warm hug.
Sang (whispering with a smirk):
"...BAAKA tha."
But then—his expression changed. For a split second, he saw another girl's face—the same mysterious one from his visions—overlaying Sylin's.
His breath hitched.
Dark Whispers from the Castle
In the dim throne chamber of a castle, Arkhar stood among the shadows with his warriors.
Arkhar :
"Keyokthai shammroy is our king! ? Then where is he right now ?"
Then, from the deepest part of the room, heavy footsteps echoed—followed by a thunderous voice.
??? (booming):
"We know... exactly where our king is."
The torches flared in the dark… and the screen fades to black.