Scene 1: Fractured Bonds
The campfire spits and dies as Florin's words echo in their skulls, poisoning every breath they take.
No one speaks.
Not because there's nothing to say — but because there's too much.
Gift paces, scratching at his arms like the DNA itself is trying to escape his skin.
Jakku's eyes gleam yellow in the firelight, more beast than boy now.
Reen leans against a shattered stone, arms crossed, jaw tight, watching them like she's waiting for someone to break.
Finally, it's Matthew who says it:
Matthew (low, bitter): "What are we even fighting for anymore... if we're not even us?"
Gift (voice raw): "Maybe we never were."
A fight almost snaps out of nothing — fists clench, tempers flare — but Maiku steps between them.
Maiku (dead calm): "Save it. Whatever's coming... it won't care what we are."
Silence. The fire dies completely. Darkness swallows them.
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Scene 2: Return to the Dead City
They move at dawn — if the sick sky could even be called dawn.
The Dead City is worse than memory even fake memory. Buildings lean like broken teeth. The streets breathe mist that clings to their ankles.
And then the hallucinations begin.
Jakku sees statues of his brother, their faces cracked open into silent screams.
Gift stumbles into a building where an endless hallway loops back on itself — each loop filled with bloodstains spelling his name.
Matthew swears he sees himself, years older, standing atop a ruined tower — watching, judging.
Maiku catches glimpses of Lysera — smiling, weeping, dissolving into ash.
Reen (grim): "The Root knows us. Better than we know ourselves."
Jakku (scared) : "What...what the fuck is even this "Root".
Maiku (grim) : "I don't know bro."
They press on, every step dragging the weight of memory behind them.
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Scene 3: Jiro and Florin's New Weapon
Far from the Dead City, deep underground, Florin hums to herself as she stitches nightmare into life.
A monster is made—hands and legs are as big as tree trunks. Teeth as sharp as a katana and more of all it's 20 ft tall.
Jiro watches, silent, hatred simmering behind his blank eyes.
Florin (whispering to the creature): "You will be the ending. Their sins made flesh."
The beast — the Warden of Roots — opens its many eyes and breathes for the first time.
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Scene 4: Training Under Pressure
Reen doesn't let them rest.
They run until their lungs tear.
They fight until their bones splinter.
Jakku moves like lightning now — a blur, a ghost. When his Focus Vision triggers, time itself seems to shudder.
Gift touches the ground, the walls, the wind — and knows things. An arrow flies toward him, and he ducks before it's even loosed.
Matthew roars — and the very air buckles. His claws slice stone as easily as paper.
Maiku sharpens something colder — something buried deep. His Predator Sense sharpens, feeling intent like blood in the water.
But strength alone isn't enough.
Reen (cold, tired): "We have to kill something older than life itself. You think fists will save you?"
They train until the world itself blurs, until the only thing left is the will to survive.
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Scene 5: Clues from Lysera's Memory
That night, Maiku dreams.
But it's not a dream — it's a place. A space between breaths.
Lysera stands there, whole but fading.
Lysera (soft, tragic): "It doesn't want your deaths... it wants your regrets. Your guilt feeds it."
Maiku (hoarse): "How do we kill it?"
Lysera (sad smile): "You can't kill memory. But you can sever it."
Maiku (breathing heavily) : "What is this Root."
Lysera : "The Origin of the Bloom. It knows everything and nothing can hide from it."
She touches Maiku's forehead — a flash of impossible light — and he wakes gasping, bleeding from his nose.
Something inside him remembers the path now. The path to knowing the root
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Scene 6: Final Preparation for Momonato
50 days pass.
Hell made flesh.
Reen's second serum drives Jakku and Gift even further:
Jakku sees time stutter and crawl when he focuses — dodging death like it's an afterthought.
Gift becomes the environment itself — touching the wind, tasting the soil, hearing danger hum through the planet.
Matthew, stubborn, relentless, awakens raw new powers:
His Pressure Roar cracks stone and stuns anything breathing within its reach.
His Claws, honed to diamond-breaking edges, make him a walking weapon.
Maiku, without chemicals, without shortcuts, sharpens himself the old way:
His Predator Sense becomes a constant, savage hum — a hunter's intuition, feeling fear and murder like a second heartbeat.
His hybrid blood is finally starting to show it's potential.
The team, battered and sharpened, finally stand ready — not whole, but unbroken.
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Scene 7: End Scene — The Root's Avatar Emerges
It starts with a low, endless rumble.
The ground splits — a black, oozing canyon opening beneath the Dead City.
From the chasm, a figure rises.
Tall. Twisted. Half-human, half-root. Eyes like dying suns. Bloom energy dripping from its flesh like molten wax.
It looks at them.
It smiles.
Maiku's heart seizes — not with fear, but recognition.
It speaks without sound:
"You fed me.
You shaped me.
You will become me."
The world lurches.
Cut to black.
To Be Continued....
Final words:
"The Root has chosen it's champions and questions is...."
WILL IT BECOME THEM OR DESTROY THEM.
Narrator (calm, weighty voice):
"In the ash of who they once were, a new shape forms — one carved from regret, anger, and survival.
Bonds that once seemed unbreakable now crack under the weight of unspoken fears.
Florin's betrayal poisons the air, turning allies into strangers, and strangers into threats.
The Dead City — once a place of broken stone — becomes a living nightmare, dragging the team into their own worst memories.
Here, the past is not something to escape... it is something that hunts you."
"Far beneath them, Florin and Jiro weave monstrosities from their hate, birthing horrors meant to erase the last sparks of hope.
And even as Reen forges the team harder, sharper — she knows: strength alone will not save them from what waits in the dark."
"The Root is not a creature. It is memory, guilt, and origin — a mirror of everything they fear they are becoming."
"Fifty days of blood and broken will sharpen them into weapons... but weapons can shatter just as easily as they strike."
"When the Avatar of the Root rises, it is not just flesh and terror they face — it is themselves. Their guilt. Their failure. Their broken dreams made manifest."
(Voice softens, more grim)
"And so the question lingers, rotting in the bones of the earth..."
(Voice turns sharp, final)
"Will they conquer the Root —
or will they become it?"
(Fade to silence.)