Scene 1 – The Cure
After reading the letter, Ron and his group discovered the cure to the zombie apocalypse. It required Black Sorcery—which wasn't a problem, as Ron had become a master of it. He immediately sought out Yardy.
"Yardy," Ron said, "I need the spells. The ones strong enough to reverse the infection."
Without hesitation, Yardy shared them with him.
Ron began the ritual while the others cleared the area—everyone except Dream, who chose to stay behind. With care, Ron repaired the cracked magnifying glass. As soon as it was whole again, the glass began to levitate, rising high into the air and glowing with an eerie purple light. Then, like a celestial vacuum, it began absorbing all zombies formed from the corrupted purple fog.
It took time… but eventually, the fog-zombies vanished.
Now, only the infected and those fully transformed into zombies remained. Ron and Dream gathered them in one place. Carter and his team brought the remaining cases—every last one. Soon, only Ron and Dream stood before the mass of suffering souls.
Ron raised his hands, channeling the dark energy of the spell.
Dream stepped forward, her eyes glowing. She took control of the spell's direction, spreading its reach beyond just the infected—they aimed it across the world, to ensure no one would remain infected, no matter how far.
The ritual peaked.
A radiant shockwave rippled outward from the magnifying glass. And slowly—painfully—those infected began to return to normal. The zombies crumbled, reforming into people, gasping for air as life returned to their lungs.
The apocalypse had ended.
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Scene 2 – Multiverse's Bottom Layer
In the silent void of the multiverse's bottom layer, Mr. Gonzalez and his son Gravo played a game of chess. The board between them was ancient, carved from cosmic stone.
Mr. Gonzalez moved his final piece and smiled. "Checkmate," he whispered. "It's about to begin."
Gravo's brow furrowed. "So it's really starting. That's… disappointing. Is there no way to stop it?"
Mr. Gonzalez shook his head slowly. "Dr. Thomas waited thousands of years for this. For revenge. He even sought help from other powerful entities—including Black Heart."
Gravo's eyes widened. "Black Heart? That monster? Why would he help? And… I also heard that DA is back."
"DA is back," Mr. Gonzalez confirmed. "But he's laying low. You know about their rivalry."
Gravo looked stunned. "So where does Ron fit into all of this? Why is he caught in this chaos?"
Mr. Gonzalez leaned back. "Because only Ron's powers can revive what Dr. Thomas is after. He waited for centuries for Ron to awaken. And now… war will begin. Across the entire universe."
Gravo's voice dropped to a whisper. "How can Dr. Thomas fight the entire universe with just himself and 'that thing'?"
Mr. Gonzalez gave a knowing smile. "They're not alone. The World of Dark Souls you know is only a fraction of Level 1. The second level is far larger—like a ring in a desert. The third even more so. There are a hundred levels. He has built an army over thousands of years. All for one purpose: to destroy the Watcher of the Universe."
"…But why?" Gravo asked.
Mr. Gonzalez turned away. "Not now. Another day."
Gravo stood. "Okay, Father. As you wish."
But as he began to leave, Mr. Gonzalez called out, "Gravo, there's something I want you to take care of."
Gravo stopped and listened quietly.
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Scene 3 – Secrets Resurfacing
At Sami's residence, the mood was peaceful. Sami sat on his couch watching television when Rad entered, handing him a letter.
Sami opened it. At first, it appeared normal—but then its words began to swirl through the air, rearranging themselves into a floating message only Sami could read.
Sami's relaxed face hardened.
"Rad," he said calmly. "Prepare the defenses."
Rad immediately descended into the control room below. He pressed a concealed button. In an instant, the house became cloaked in invisibility—untouchable, unseen.
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A full year had passed since the zombie apocalypse. The world was healing. Carter and Lia had married. Peace had returned.
Ron lay in his living room, lost in thought. His mind drifted back to the werewolf he met in the Mirror World. That creature had told him something strange—that in the Mirror World, everything was reversed. Good became evil, strong became weak, and weak became strong.
That was how Ron had defeated his mirror counterpart so easily.
He turned to Dream. "Have you ever heard of the Mirror World?"
She shook her head. "No. Why?"
"I met a werewolf there," Ron said. "He triggered some of my memories. But in those memories… I saw another werewolf—different face. But still familiar."
Dream paused, then said, "In the past, you had a friend… he was a werewolf too. You both vanished on the same day. After that, nearly a thousand years passed before Locki's brother found you. But your friend? He's never been seen again."
Ron's eyes widened. He murmured, "A werewolf friend…"
"What?" Dream asked.
Ron simply smiled and pulled her into a quiet hug.