In a world ruled by bloodlines and dragons, the Hydra family once stood as both protectors and destroyers.
High atop a crumbling mountain, Abomination, the stoic guardian of balance, watches the world spiral into war. Beside him stands his volatile brother, Rainbow, wielding the power of the Chaos Hydra—a beast born to end armies. Rainbow thirsts to interfere, to obliterate the mortals warring below. But Abomination stops him.
Until the mountain splits.
From the shadows of time returns the Grandmaster, the most feared Hydra in history, wielding the One Above All Hydra and a god-forged blade that can reshape worlds. He declares the Hydra bloodline must end. That no more children should carry the curse of cosmic power.
He drives his sword through Abomination.
Rainbow snaps. Bloodied, enraged, he unleashes a Chaos Bomb—leveling half the continent. But the Grandmaster survives.
Rainbow rebuilds the ruined land with the Hydra's will, mourning his fallen brother. He returns to the Hydra King, ruler of a peaceful kingdom, hiding the truth.
Beneath the kingdom, hidden from all, a pregnant woman is protected. Inside her womb grows something... forbidden. A child unlike any born before. A Hydra with power beyond comprehension.
Draco.
The Hydra King fears him. "It's too early. If he's born now, he'll fall to madness."
Then it happens.
A roar splits the skies. The One Above All Hydra descends. Explosions rip through the kingdom. War begins. Senzo, the King's right hand, joins the defense—but it's not enough. The Hydra King gives a final order:
"Get the girl. Run."
Rainbow obeys—until he doesn't.
In a horrifying betrayal, he slays the girl, rips the baby from her womb, and feeds her remains to the Chaos Hydra. Holding the blood-soaked child in his arms, Rainbow whispers:
"Draco... You will be powerful, my friend."
And with that, the legend begins
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What Is Hydra?
1. Origin of Hydra
Hydra is not just a bloodline—it is a cosmic force, a sentient legacy of creation and destruction that predates the multiverse itself.
Legend says the first Hydra was a dragon so vast it coiled through time itself, breathing life into stars and death into galaxies. When it shattered, its essence broke into fragments—those fragments became Hydra Dragons, and its soul became the Hydra Bloodline.
Only those born of this bloodline can truly commune with Hydra dragons... and wield the power they bring.
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2. Hydra Dragons
These are divine, crystallized entities—beasts made of elemental law and memory. There are millions of Hydra dragons across the multiverse, but only a handful are legendary.
Each Hydra is bonded to a wielder, drawn by compatibility of emotion, willpower, and blood. No two Hydra dragons are the same. Some examples:
• Chaos Hydra: Warps matter and bends time. Manifested by Rainbow.
• Abomination Hydra: Reality-repelling beast that twists gravity and forges cursed weapons.
• One Above All Hydra: The prime. Carries the soul of the original Hydra god. Bonded only to the Grandmaster.
• Void Hydra: Appears when a universe dies. Said to whisper to those who lose everything.
• Star Hydra: Born from stardust, used by dreamers and comic-relief warriors like Starstruck.
• Carnage Hydra: Fused with the Carnage symbiote, forming twisted hybrids with elemental power.
Hydra dragons can:
• Enhance physical and magical abilities.
• Fuse with their users.
• Evolve in battle, "breaking forms" to reveal more devastating powers.
• Be consumed or corrupted, giving birth to Forbidden Hydra types.
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3. Hydra Bloodline
The Hydra bloodline is what gives people the ability to bond with these dragons. It runs through noble families like:
• The Hydra King's lineage – Peacekeepers of the power.
• Abomination & Rainbow – Warriors and guardians.
• The Grandmaster – The original heir turned traitor.
• Draco – The child born of forbidden convergence: multiple Hydra types fused before birth.
Those of the Hydra bloodline display:
• Eyes that glow when power is awakened.
• The ability to call and summon Hydra dragons through pure will.
• The Hydra Mark: a glowing emblem on their body signifying their pact.
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4. Hydra Power Types
Hydra energy can be shaped into various combat and cosmic techniques. Some examples:
• Hydra Beams: Fired from the mouth or hands, channeled through dragon energy.
• Hydra Arms/Blades: Constructed weapons or armor forged from bonded Hydra spirits.
• Hydra Form: Temporary transformations where the user partially becomes their dragon.
• Hydra Break: A moment when the user surpasses their limit and the dragon evolves.
• Hydra Fusion: A dangerous merging of multiple dragons, creating a multiversal anomaly.
Forbidden powers like Draco's can:
• Bend timelines.
• Absorb alternate versions of powers.
• Communicate with dying realities.
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5. The Hydra Generation Plan
Created by the Hydra King, this was the plan to:
• Preserve balance in the world.
• Prevent the Grandmaster from monopolizing all Hydra power.
• Pass Hydra dragons through carefully chosen successors.
First was Vocos, then Odishe, then Hell Hydra. But the final wildcard is Draco—born with powers that weren't supposed to exist.
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6. Philosophical Themes Behind Hydra
• Power vs. Legacy: Who decides how Hydra power is used—those who inherit it, or those who made it?
• Chaos vs. Control: Every Hydra dragon has dual nature. Their users must balance emotion and discipline.
• Love vs. Destruction: Draco's heart (his love for Ayala) makes him human, but Hydra doesn't love—it consumes.
A lone plateau carved into the side of a crystal mountain. Hydra dragons sleep in the clouds above. The wind howls with ancient voices. On the edge of the plateau, a young Draco, no older than 6, practices with a blade forged from dragonbone.
From behind, two figures watch silently—Rainbow, calm but anxious, and Hell Hydra, a brooding warrior with half his body covered in glowing Hydra markings.
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Draco (grunting, swinging the blade):
"One... two... three—"
His swing stops short. His hand begins to glow unnaturally.
"...My hand. It's burning again."
Rainbow (softly):
"...It's starting earlier than we thought."
Hell Hydra:
"He's changing. Already."
He steps forward, kneeling, watching Draco's hand spark with unstable Hydra glyphs.
"That glow... it's not just normal dragon energy. It's... outer-type. Forbidden."
Rainbow:
"I saw it in the sky last night. A crack in the stars. That's no comet—that's his power bleeding into the world. Just by dreaming... he's bending things."
Draco drops the blade. The ground beneath him cracks slightly, and two spectral Hydra heads flicker beside him—one glowing crimson like chaos, the other black and veined like space itself.
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Draco (scared):
"...Uncle Rainbow...? Am I a monster?"
Rainbow walks forward slowly. He kneels in front of Draco and puts a hand on his head.
Rainbow (calm, but fierce):
"You are not a monster... You're a Hydra.
And one day... you'll decide what that means."
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Hell Hydra:
"But we must be ready."
He stares down at Draco, cold but respectful.
"The Grandmaster will sense him soon. That power? It's louder than war. It's a beacon."
Rainbow:
"He's not ready to fight. He's just a child."
Hell Hydra (turning away):
"No, he's not. He's a weapon in the shape of a child. The Hydra King saw this coming. That's why he's hidden."
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Suddenly, Draco's eyes flash multicolor—Rainbow Eyes—just for a second.
Everything goes still. The wind freezes. The dragons above stir.
Hell Hydra (wide-eyed):
"...He awakened it... already? Rainbow... do you know what that means?"
Rainbow (quiet):
"It means he's not the next generation."
He stands and looks to the horizon.
"He's the final one."
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As the camera pulls back, the world trembles. Far away, in some cursed realm, the Hydra Grandmaster opens one glowing eye, as if sensing Draco for the first time.
And somewhere beneath the surface of the multiverse—
the One Above All Hydra opens its mouth and breathes in its first dream in centuries.
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Perfect. Here's a heartfelt and slightly humorous scene where Draco's father—the Hydra King—personally trains him, revealing a rare softer side. It's a moment of peace in the storm, showing that even gods and kings can be loving dads.
A secret garden built atop floating islands above the kingdom—hidden from all but the royal Hydra bloodline. Trees glitter with crystals, and smaller Hydra dragons nap lazily on branches. The sky above flickers with stardust.
Draco, now around 8 years old, is huffing and puffing, holding a training staff. Across from him stands the Hydra King—tall, cloaked in flowing robes of golden scale, a dragon-horned crown resting on his brow. His eyes burn bright... but his smile is gentle.
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Hydra King (mock stern):
"Swing it like you mean it, Draco! Or the wind will knock you over again."
Draco (pouting):
"I am swinging! It's just heavy!"
Hydra King (laughing):
"That's not heavy. You think this is heavy?"
He lifts a mountain fragment with one finger and balances it over Draco's head playfully.
"This is heavy."
Draco (giggling):
"Daaaad! Stop it!"
He playfully smacks the king's leg with the staff. The mountain floats harmlessly away.
Hydra King (kneeling):
"Draco, listen. The Hydra blood in us... it's like a river. If you let it run wild, it'll flood and drown everything. But if you learn to guide it—"
He draws a glowing line of energy in the air with his finger.
"—it becomes the sword, the shield, the path."
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Draco watches in awe as his father's gesture becomes a dragon of light, circling the sky above them before landing gently on Draco's shoulder and disappearing.
Draco:
"Will I really be able to do that?"
Hydra King (smiling):
"Someday, you'll do far more. But first, you need to learn control."
He boops Draco's forehead.
"Otherwise, you'll accidentally turn your room into a volcano again."
Draco (grinning sheepishly):
"That was one time!"
Hydra King:
"And my throne still smells like magma."
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Suddenly, Draco's hands spark with swirling energy—chaotic and brilliant. He gasps.
Draco:
"Dad! It's happening again!"
Hydra King (calm):
"Good. Now... breathe.
Not like a scared boy. Like a dragon."
Draco closes his eyes. The energy settles. The ground beneath his feet stops cracking.
Hydra King (quietly, to himself):
"Good... better than I thought. You're not just powerful. You're learning."
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As the sky dims into twilight, the two sit under a tree, Hydra King now lying on his back, arms behind his head.
Hydra King (casually):
"You know... your mom would've made you wear gloves to hide all that flashy power. She hated showing off."
Draco (smiling):
"What was she like?"
Hydra King (soft):
"Fierce. Brave. Smarter than me. And she laughed like rain on stone."
A pause.
"You have her eyes, you know. But your heart... that's mine. So don't mess it up."
Draco:
"I won't, Dad."
Hydra King:
"I know. Now let's go home before you turn the moon into a balloon again."
Draco (laughing):
"That was one time!!"
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Scene: "Whispers in the Dark" (Rewritten)
Setting:
A torchlit underground chamber carved beneath the Hydra King's palace—walls made from dead Hydra scale, glowing softly with ancient runes. The air is thick with power... and the smell of spilled ale.
The Hydra King walks in, cloak trailing behind him, serious and brooding. Around the Circle of Hydra, the most powerful of the old generation are seated:
• Senzo – Ever-serious, glowing rainbow eyes sharp like blades.
• Odisha – Calm, calculated, dressed in ceremonial flame-weave robes.
• Vocros – Stoic and intense, arms crossed, lightning crackling faintly from his chest.
• Hell Hydra – Feet on the table, chugging a Hydra-ale straight from the keg, wearing half his armor and none of his dignity.
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Hydra King (stern):
"The Grandmaster is alive. He destroyed half my kingdom and killed Abomination. Rainbow hid it—poorly. The boy isn't safe anymore."
Senzo (nodding):
"He's coming for Draco next. The forbidden power makes him the final piece."
Hell Hydra (belching):
"Cheers to that creepy bastard. Hrrrrah!" He slams his mug down and wipes his mouth.
"You know, maybe we should've smothered the kid when he was born. Would've saved us a looooot of headaches."
Odisha (annoyed):
"Can you ever be serious?"
Hell Hydra (grinning):
"I am serious. Serious about not dying. That boy sneezes sideways and rips holes in space-time. I saw him melt a training room because he didn't get a cookie."
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Vocros (to the King):
"You trained with him today. What did you see?"
Hydra King (quietly):
"He balances light and chaos like breathing. He doesn't understand it, but it's there. He... scares me. And I'm his father."
Hell Hydra (leaning in, mock-whispering):
"He scares me, and I've punched a Void Wyrm in the throat. Twice."
Senzo:
"Then we agree. Until the seals unlock at sixteen, no one tells Draco anything. Not Rainbow. Not even the girl."
Hydra King (firm):
"He'll awaken soon. The Vault will open. But if we rush it..."
Odisha:
"He becomes another Grandmaster."
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Suddenly, a massive tremor hits the chamber. Dust rains from the ceiling.
A roar echoes in the distance—the chilling cry of The One Above All Hydra.
Senzo (alarmed):
"He knows the boy's alive."
Hell Hydra (grabs another drink):
"Oh good. Just what I needed. War... and I'm not even buzzed yet."
Hydra King (steps forward, voice cold):
"If he's coming, then we meet him with fire and blood."
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Meanwhile...
Upstairs, young Draco stirs in bed, moonlight spilling over his small frame.
He dreams—visions of fire, endless stars, and a man with his own face—older, darker, smiling through blood.
Draco (whispers):
"...who are you?"
The shadow replies, voice like a knife:
"I'm you—when you stop caring."
Setting:
The Hydra Palace—morning light spills through shattered windows, birds chirp... and then one is instantly vaporized by a random bolt of magic energy.
Inside Draco's room:
The door SLAMS open, nearly exploding off its hinges. Standing there is Hell Hydra, shirtless, wearing only half his armor, one boot, and holding a tankard of Hydra Ale. On his back, The Abyss Scythe gleams—a nightmarish weapon that radiates corrupted energy and snarling whispers.
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Hell Hydra (grinning like a lunatic):
"RISE AND BLEED, PRINCESS! It's training time!"
Draco (groaning):
"It's not even sunrise..."
Hell Hydra (chugging):
"Exactly! Real warriors kill before breakfast and cry during lunch. Now up! You've got 400 pounds of suffering to swing today."
Draco (rubbing eyes):
"Do I have to train with that thing today?"
Hell Hydra (tapping the Abyss Scythe):
"Oh, this old back-snapper? Yep. She's got a name, too—Sorrowfang. Forged from Hydra bone and dunked in Supreme Carnage's blood bath. Say hi."
The scythe lets out a low, demonic growl. A glowing red gem pulses—Reality Override. The blade twitches slightly like it wants to eat something.
Draco (nervous):
"...I think it just blinked at me."
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Outside, in the open training field:
The wind howls across jagged obsidian stones. Draco stands across from Hell Hydra, sweat already forming.
The Abyss Scythe glows behind him with three embedded gems:
• Red (Reality Override): Makes illusions real... and turns real things into lies.
• Blue (Carnage Strength Amplifier): Surges strength through the wielder's blood.
• Purple (Solar-Ultraviolet Manipulation): Can bend light, dark, and solar gravity.
Hell Hydra (tosses a boulder at him casually):
"Rule one! No blocking unless you're ready to lose a limb!"
Draco (struggling to activate the purple gem):
"What about rule two?!"
Hell Hydra (already throwing another one):
"There is no rule two!"
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Training Montage Begins:
• Draco gets slammed into the ground by a reality-shifting clone of himself.
• He swings the Abyss Scythe and causes a micro black hole by accident.
• The scythe gets stuck in a tree... the tree cries.
• Hell Hydra drinks more ale while dodging deadly blasts like it's a game.
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Hell Hydra (laughing):
"Now that's what I call progress! You nearly erased the moon!"
Draco (panting, barely standing):
"I think I'm bleeding... from my soul."
Hell Hydra (patting his shoulder):
"Good. That means you're learning."
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Suddenly, from the palace tower—Senzo appears, glowing eyes narrowed.
Senzo:
"Hell Hydra. Enough. He's not ready for that scythe yet."
Hell Hydra (grumbling):
"Oh c'mon, he only threw up twice. That's my record at age 13."
Draco (collapsing):
"Make that three..."
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Final Beat of the Scene:
Hell Hydra helps Draco up, more gently this time.
Hell Hydra (softly):
"Kid... you've got a monster inside you. And one day, it's gonna wake up mad. I'm not training you to win. I'm training you to survive yourself."
The Abyss Scythe hums ominously on his back, red gem pulsing like a heartbeat.
A bustling Hydra city—stone bridges stretch over glowing rivers, sky serpents circle the towers, and vendors shout in ancient dialects. Despite the world's scars, life still breathes here.
Draco, still sore from training, walks beside Rainbow, who's carrying a net bag of exotic fruits, talking with his mouth full and sipping from a flask of Hydra Ale.
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Rainbow (grinning):
"You feel that burn in your arms, kid?"
Draco:
"Yeah."
Rainbow:
"Good. That's trauma. Means the scythe likes you."
He tosses Draco a fruit shaped like a black heart that bleeds when bitten.
Rainbow:
"Eat this. It'll heal your spine. Probably."
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As they continue down the cobblestone path, something catches Draco's eye.
Near a shadowed alley beside a crumbling vendor stall stands a thin boy, maybe his age or a little older. His clothes are torn. His ribs show. His eyes are sunken—but burning red like embers. There's something... wrong in the air around him. A flicker of Carnage energy pulses under his skin—dark, parasitic veins running along his neck and arms.
The vendor yells at him, "I SAW YOU LOOKIN', GET LOST, BEAST BLOOD!"
Draco watches silently as the boy backs up. He's not angry—he's used to it.
Rainbow (whispering, serious for once):
"You see him?"
Draco:
"Yeah. Who is he?"
Rainbow (stern):
"That's a mistake the universe hasn't figured out how to erase yet. His name's ŌHASHI. Carnage runs in him. He was born from a collapsed rift, no family, no allies. The only reason he's still breathing is 'cause he's too weak to be a threat... for now."
Draco keeps looking. The boy stares back. There's a quiet understanding—two monsters in boy-shaped cages.
Draco (softly):
"He's hungry."
Rainbow (grim):
"Everyone is. Some just feed on different things."
Draco walks over to ŌHASHI without asking. Pulls a fruit from the bag. Holds it out.
ŌHASHI doesn't move. He's cautious, like a wild dog who's been beaten too many times. But eventually, he reaches out and takes it, slowly. Their hands touch for a second—and for the briefest moment, both boys flinch. A shock pulses between them.
A red-black spark of Carnage.
A deep-blue pulse of Hydra.
Rainbow (watching closely):
"...Interesting."
ŌHASHI steps back into the shadow.
ŌHASHI (soft, almost a whisper):
"...Thanks."
Draco nods. Doesn't speak.
As they walk away, Rainbow raises an eyebrow.
Rainbow:
"You just gave the future a second chance."
Draco:
"I didn't do anything."
Rainbow (grinning):
"That's what makes it interesting."
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Final Beat:
In the shadows, ŌHASHI eats quietly. Behind his starving eyes, the Carnage whispers. But for the first time... it's quiet.
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The sun begins to set over the Hydra city, casting orange light across the rooftops. Draco and Rainbow are walking back through the streets, fruit bag nearly empty. Behind them, quiet footsteps trail in the distance—getting closer.
Then they stop.
ŌHASHI stands there in the street, clutching the half-eaten fruit Draco gave him. His voice is small, but it cuts through the noise of the crowd.
ŌHASHI:
"Wait..."
Draco and Rainbow turn. People nearby avoid looking at ŌHASHI, like he's cursed.
ŌHASHI:
"...Can I come with you?"
The air stills.
ŌHASHI (voice shaking):
"I don't... I don't got anywhere. I've been on my own since I was four. I can fight. Or—I can learn. I don't care if I carry your weapons or sleep outside just... just let me come."
Draco looks down. He wants to say yes. But something deep in his instincts—the Hydra instinct—warns him: ŌHASHI is dangerous. Broken. Hungry in ways not even food can fix.
Draco (gently):
"I... don't think that's a good idea."
ŌHASHI (a flicker of hurt):
"Why? You gave me food."
Draco:
"Because... that was kindness. Not a promise."
Rainbow steps up behind Draco, rubbing his face with one hand, sighing.
Rainbow (trying to be light):
"Look, kid... you seem tough. Maybe too tough. But we've already got enough chaos to babysit. And besides..."
He lifts the empty flask and shakes it.
Rainbow (smirking):
"I'm broke. You want to travel with us, you'd better bring your own beer money."
*ŌHASHI's eyes drop. His hand tightens around the fruit.
ŌHASHI (quiet):
"...I'll be stronger next time."
Rainbow (with a bit more seriousness):
"Make sure you are. 'Cause the world won't wait for you to catch up."
Draco lingers. The two boys stare at each other one last time.
Draco:
"...Maybe we'll meet again."
ŌHASHI (soft):
"You better hope not."
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As Draco and Rainbow walk away, the camera lingers on ŌHASHI.
His fingers twitch. His veins pulse. In the corners of his eyes, the Carnage glow returns—stronger now. He whispers to himself:
ŌHASHI:
"I'll show you. I'll show everyone."
Perfect beat! Here's the next scene continuation with the Hydra King stepping in, adding his fatherly warmth, wisdom—and that sly, knowing Hydra authority:
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Scene: "Oh! Don't Mind Them, Dear Boy"
Draco and Rainbow begin walking away, tension in the air like a coiled spring. ŌHASHI stands frozen in the fading light, face shadowed by rejection. Just as the silence gets heavy—
BOOM.
The ground gently trembles. A golden chariot lands behind them, carried by two elegant, serpentine Hydra dragons laced in divine metal armor. A crowd parts instinctively.
Enter: The Hydra King.
His robe flows like smoke, beard trimmed with Hydra gold rings, and his Hydra Crown faintly glows. His presence alone quiets the street.
He hops down casually, holding a bag of celestial apples under one arm, sipping a bottle of Hydra Berry Wine in the other. His glowing, commanding gaze falls right on ŌHASHI.
Hydra King (booming and cheerful):
"Oh! Don't mind them, dear boy!"
ŌHASHI blinks, unsure if this is a trap.
Hydra King (grinning):
"Of course you can come home with us! Any child left in the dust of war belongs at our table."
He strolls forward, hands ŌHASHI a golden apple, and claps him warmly on the shoulder.
Hydra King (lowering his voice playfully):
"...And between us boys, Rainbow and Draco are just dramatic."
He turns to them—Draco with his wide-eyed silence, Rainbow already half-sighing with the flask halfway to his mouth—and gives them a knowing look.
Hydra King (smirking):
"Don't look at me like that. You know what I'm doing."
Draco starts to speak, but the King gently raises a finger.
Hydra King:
"We don't abandon those with the Hydra spark... even if it's mixed with Carnage blood."
ŌHASHI's eyes widen. The King saw it. Knew it. And still accepted him.
Rainbow (muttering):
"You just invited a walking nuke into the house,
Hydra King (grinning, sipping):
"So? What's one more?"
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ŌHASHI stands beside Draco now, silent but glowing inside. A fragile bond begins—not of blood, but of chosen fate.
Perfect. Here's how the first night unfolds at the Hydra fortress—a blend of tension, curiosity, and the quiet storm of two destinies beginning to collide:
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Inside the towering Hydra fortress, the halls glow with soft elemental fire, and crystal dragons sleep curled in their dens like living statues. The night hums quietly as a new soul enters a sacred space.
ŌHASHI walks through the ancient corridors in awe—eyes wide, still clutching the blanket the Hydra King handed him. His stomach full for the first time in weeks. But the warmth doesn't quite reach his heart.
He reaches the room set aside for him. Across the hallway—Draco's door is cracked open. A small flicker of blue light spills from within.
ŌHASHI peeks in.
Inside:
Draco sits cross-legged on his bed, The Abyss Scythe resting beside him like a sleeping beast. Gems pulse faintly, echoing his breathing. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, flick toward the door.
Draco (calm, but distant):
"You don't have to stand there."
ŌHASHI (awkwardly):
"Just... didn't know if you wanted to talk."
Draco shrugs, gaze returning to his scythe. He speaks without looking up.
Draco:
"You're here now. Doesn't mean we're friends."
ŌHASHI (nodding, trying to stay respectful):
"I didn't ask to be your friend."
A tense silence.
Draco (quietly):
"Good."
ŌHASHI leaves without another word, his shadow fading into the dim hallway. Back in his own room, he curls up in bed, staring at the ceiling, the flickering torchlight dancing like fireflies. He hears distant roars from the dragon caverns—peaceful, but powerful.
Cut to:
Draco, still awake, looking out his window at the moonlit sky. He tightens his grip around the scythe and mutters to himself:
Draco:
"He's got Carnage in him... I can feel it. Just like the stories said."
A beat passes.
Draco (quietly):
"...But why does he feel familiar?"
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Two warriors. One fortress. One destiny. But trust is a Hydra with many heads.
Dawn haze clings to the crystal parapets of the Sky-Throne Balcony. The Hydra King stands alone—robes fluttering, hands resting on the balustrade—surveying a city that glitters like a sunrise-stained gemstone. Dragon riders weave lazy patrols above. For a moment, all is calm.
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Hell Hydra barges in
The doors crash open and Hell Hydra stomps onto the balcony—helmet half-buckled, mug already foaming.
Hell Hydra (stretching, yawning):
"Morning, your majesty. Ready to watch me turn your son into mincemeat after breakfast?"
Hydra King (without turning):
"As long as the mincemeat still does his homework."
Hell Hydra leans on the railing, squints at the glowing horizon, then takes a swig.
Hell Hydra:
"Speaking of homework... who's the scrawny stray at the breakfast table? Looks like a famine with legs."
Hydra King (now smiling):
"Ah—that would be ŌHASHI."
Hell Hydra (blinks):
"Carnage-blood ŌHASHI? Thought he was rumor."
He whistles. "Kid's got doom in his DNA. Why's he under our roof?"
Hydra King (calmly):
"Because destiny has a twisted sense of humor—and because my son handed him an apple."
Hell Hydra lets out a low chuckle.
Hell Hydra:
"So Draco rescues the ticking time bomb and you just...invite it to dinner?"
Hydra King:
"I invited him to family. Dinner is a side benefit."
Hell Hydra drums his fingers on the stone.
Hell Hydra:
"This'll complicate training. Scythe-boy is already one temper burst from rewriting physics. Add Carnage-kid and we've got a fireworks show."
Hydra King (finally turning, eyes aglow):
"Good. Fireworks light the path. Train them together."
Hell Hydra nearly chokes on his ale.
Hell Hydra:
"Together? They'll kill each other before lunch!"
Hydra King (soft but firm):
"Or they'll learn why they mustn't. Remember, every Hydra dragon has two heads: power and choice. You'll teach them the second head."
Hell Hydra groans, empties the mug in one gulp, then salutes with theatrical sloppiness.
Hell Hydra:
"Fine. But if the palace explodes, I'm blaming your parenting."
Hydra King (chuckling):
"I'll add it to the list of my sins."
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Cut to the banquet hall
Draco sits stiffly at the long table, pushing star-fruit around his plate. Across from him, ŌHASHI eats in careful, silent bites—eyes flicking up, then down. The tension is thick enough to slice.
Hell Hydra strides in, claps both boys on the shoulders—perhaps a bit too hard.
Hell Hydra (booming):
"Alright, dragonlings! Finish up. Training yard in ten. Today's lesson: don't die—and try not to kill each other until I say so."
He plunks an extra mug of ale in front of himself, then jerks a thumb toward ŌHASHI.
Hell Hydra (to Draco, loud whisper):
"So this is your charity case? Cute."
ŌHASHI's eyes narrow, Carnage veins faintly pulsing.
Draco exhales, steadying the Abyss Scythe at his side.
Draco (quietly to ŌHASHI):
"Just keep up."
ŌHASHI (matching the glare):
"Try me."
Hell Hydra grins wide enough to show fang-shaped teeth.
Hell Hydra:
"Oh, this is gonna be fun."
The camera pulls back as the three head for the training grounds—sunlight catching on the scythe's trio of gems and on the faint crimson shimmer coiling beneath ŌHASHI's skin. Destiny, chaos, and instruction are about to collide.
Absolutely. Here's a rewrite of the scene, replacing Hell Hydra with a new Hydra Generation member named Sable Hydra — a quiet but deadly strategist known for his mastery over stealth-based Hydra techniques and obsidian-black Hydra flames.
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The Shattered Expanse — Twilight
A broken land of floating rocks, twisted time fractures, and drifting shards of old kingdoms. Cracks in the sky pulse with unstable energy. Thunder booms in reverse. The air is heavy with blood, smoke, and something older than magic.
Three elite Hydra Generation members — Vocōs, Sable Hydra, and Odishe — are limping, scorched, and bruised, chasing a hulking, bleeding figure that stumbles between collapsing stone arches: the One Above All Hydra User.
His robes are shredded, his crystalline armor cracked like a dying star. A trail of Hydra blood simmers behind him—each drop melting into the stone with elemental weight. His divine aura flickers like a dying storm.
Odishe (panting, hand pressed to his ribs):
"He's not running. He's trying to reach something."
Sable Hydra (voice cold and calculated):
"Yes. His path is deliberate. He's headed toward the Pillar of Origins."
Vocōs (staring ahead, realization sinking in):
"That altar is where the first Hydra dragons were awakened. If he reaches it..."
Sable Hydra (cutting in):
"He may fuse with the root power. And restart everything. Again."
The One Above All Hydra User stumbles, cradling a cracked stone tablet engraved in ancient Hydran glyphs. It glows softly with ominous pulses. He mumbles feverishly.
One Above All Hydra User (whispering, delirious):
"They don't understand... the girl... the child... the forbidden scale must not—"
Vocōs (tightening his grip on his sword):
"His mind's fractured. But he's too dangerous to let go any further."
Odishe (charging lightning between his palms):
"If he bonds with that altar, not even the Hydra King can stop him."
Sable Hydra (activating his black Hydra flames):
"Then we kill him before he remembers who he is."
Suddenly, the ground ahead rumbles. The Pillar of Origins begins to awaken — glowing, ancient Hydra glyphs illuminating the fractured horizon.
Sable Hydra (quietly):
"This ends now."
The three surge forward — determined to stop a force that once broke the multiverse — before it can rise again.
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Scene: Shattered Expanse – Near the Pillar of Origins
The skies tremble with flickers of black and red lightning. The Pillar of Origins glows with pulsing Hydra glyphs, ancient words trying to reject what approaches.
But the Grandmaster, once known as the One Above All Hydra User, is not stopping.
His hands bleed as he carves the Nightmare Mark into the stone. The air becomes thick with cursed heat—Nightmare energy, a forbidden force, oozes like smoke from the cracks in reality.
His voice trembles, half-mad, half-sermon.
Grandmaster (growling):
"They feared it... rejected it... buried it beneath centuries of shame... but Nightmare is the only truth. Hydra was never meant to be clean."
Behind him, the three Hydra Generation elites—Sable Hydra, Vocōs, and Odishe—stare in horror.
Sable Hydra (eyes widening):
"He's not just trying to fuse with the Pillar... He's trying to reawaken Nightmare-Hydra."
Vocōs (shocked):
"The cursed strain... The one that corrupted Kintar..."
Odishe (stepping forward, furious):
"He's insane. That power broke reality seven years ago. Kintar cursed entire bloodlines with a single scream!"
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FLASHBACK: 7 Years Ago – The Kintar Incident
We see Kintar, a young Hydra child with blazing violet eyes and veins of black energy, standing surrounded by ten high-ranking Hydra elders.
Elder Hydra (sternly):
"You were born twisted. Your blood is a curse."
Kintar (tears streaming, trembling):
"I didn't ask for this..."
Suddenly, his body spasms—and in a blink, all ten elders collapse, screaming. One touch had cursed their insides to eternal, burning torment.
Their screams still echo in Hydra myths.
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Back to Present: Pillar of Origins
The Grandmaster grips the pillar with both hands, and a fracture of Nightmare Hydra energy snaps across the horizon like a whip.
He begins to merge Nightmare into the root code of Hydra bloodline power—if completed, it will make him the undisputed god of both realms.
Grandmaster (screaming):
"This kingdom has lived too long in lies! I will unmake the Hydra curse and replace it with MY truth!"
Sable Hydra (to Vocōs and Odishe):
"We strike now. Before the curse completes the cycle."
Vocōs (summoning his blade):
"For Kintar... and everyone who burned."
Odishe (burning with elemental fury):
"And to protect the boy—Draco—from this future."
As the Grandmaster fuses Nightmare into the Pillar, the sky splits open, and a dark hydra head of shadowed nightmare energy coils around the tower, awakening the Hydra Nightmare strain from its ancient slumber.
. Scene: Hydra Kingdom – Outer Training Pit, Mid-Morning
The sky hums faintly with ancient energy. Winds curl like smoke across the mountaintop arena where Draco and ŌHASHI stand in opposite corners of the stone ring, surrounded by floating Hydra symbols carved into the cliffs.
Between them, embedded in the earth, is the Abyss Scythe—its blackened blade still, pulsing faintly with the power of Carnage and Hydra. The gems shimmer red, blue, and purple, reacting to their presence.
Watching from above, sitting lazily on a jagged throne of broken stone, is Hell Hydra, a barrel of ale in one hand, a crooked grin on his face. His armor is messy, and his beard is full of crumbs.
Hell Hydra (with a slurred chuckle):
"Alright boys... no killin', just clashin'. That scythe don't belong to either of you yet, but it wants a wielder."
He points the mug at the scythe like it's some ancient prophecy.
Hell Hydra (smirking):
"Let's see if the dragon's blood or the Carnage rot stings louder."
From the shadows behind, the air stills. A presence.
Hydra King steps forward, regal and composed, his cloak of crystal dragonhide trailing behind him. He folds his arms and watches from beside Hell Hydra.
Hydra King (low, curious):
"They're young... but they carry storms in their bones."
Hell Hydra takes another swig.
Hell Hydra:
"Storms? Heh. Draco's a damn thunderclap. But that Carnage boy—he's a creeping storm. Silent 'til he bites."
Back in the ring, Draco's eyes narrow. He rotates his shoulders, loosening up, his Abyss aura faintly trailing around him.
ŌHASHI's fingers twitch, crimson tendrils wrapping around his wrists. His breathing is steady—but fire sits behind his eyes.
ŌHASHI:
"You sure about this?"
Draco (calm):
"I don't fight for toys. I fight to protect what I was born for. If you're standing beside me... I need to know where you stand."
ŌHASHI gives a half-grin, cracking his neck.
ŌHASHI:
"Then let's make it loud."
Suddenly—
Hell Hydra (booming):
"BEGIN!"
BOOM!
The ring lights up as both charge. Draco strikes first—clean, precise. ŌHASHI meets him with raw bursts of Carnage chaos, wild and unorthodox. Sparks fly. Dust erupts.
Above them, the two elders watch, one with a calculating gaze, the other grinning through foam and fire.
Hydra King:
"They may both end up needing that scythe."
Hell Hydra (raising his mug):
"Or they'll end up breaking it."
Fade out on the clash—energy cracking through the mountain air like ancient gods awakening.
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Scene Continues: The Training Pit – Draco vs ŌHASHI
BOOM!
The air bends as Draco and ŌHASHI collide in the center of the ring.
Draco moves like a storm held in check—every strike calculated, flowing with Hydra discipline. His fists crackle with faint aura, the echoes of Hydra dragons moving behind his speed.
ŌHASHI, wild and unpredictable, ducks under Draco's first strike and spins low, a Carnage-formed tendril shooting from his elbow. Draco hops back, just dodging the strike, and counters with a sweeping kick that ŌHASHI blocks with a shifting Carnage plate across his forearm.
Hell Hydra (muttering with a grin):
"Oh yeah... they're swingin' now."
From the cliff above, Hydra King narrows his eyes, analyzing every twitch of muscle, every flicker of instinct.
Draco (quietly):
"You fight like someone with nothing to lose."
ŌHASHI (grinning):
"You fight like someone afraid to lose."
He rushes forward, Carnage spikes bursting from his back like wings. He slams both fists together, releasing a pulse of chaos energy that blasts toward Draco. Draco lifts his hand calmly—Hydra aura ripples out in a dome, absorbing the shockwave.
The ground cracks under their feet.
ŌHASHI, not letting up, roars and lunges—his knee slams into Draco's side, but Draco grabs his leg mid-air, flips, and tosses him across the ring. ŌHASHI bounces, rolls, then lands on one knee, blood trickling down his lip—but he's smiling.
The Abyss Scythe between them vibrates, reacting to both of their presences now.
Hell Hydra (laughing):
"Hah! That damn scythe's conflicted. One wants to break fate, the other wants to carry it!"
Draco slowly approaches the scythe, but ŌHASHI slams his fist into the ground, causing a Carnage vine to rip from the earth, trying to bind Draco. Draco slices it apart with a Hydra-energy construct blade, created on instinct.
They both freeze.
Draco:
"You want the scythe that bad?"
ŌHASHI (serious now):
"I want purpose."
Silence.
Then—
The Abyss Scythe lifts itself.
It floats upward, hovering in the space between them, rotating slowly. Its gems glow with red, blue, and purple light, pulsing between the two boys. Then—
It splits in half.
One half floats to Draco.
The other floats to ŌHASHI.
Each piece forms a different weapon—Draco's becomes a long-handled scythe-sword hybrid, glowing with refined Hydra and solar energy.
ŌHASHI's half twists into a Carnage-forged sickle pulsing with chaotic red and indigo energy.
Above them, the Hydra King's eyes widen just slightly.
Hydra King (to himself):
"It chose both..."
Hell Hydra (pouring more ale):
"Well I'll be damned... guess they're not boys anymore."
Draco and ŌHASHI stand, weapons in hand, looking at each other—breathing hard, both understanding something unspoken now.
Draco (softly):
"Guess we're stuck with each other."
ŌHASHI (grinning):
"Better me than no one."
The training ring quiets. For the first time in centuries, the Abyss Scythe has chosen two wielders.
Fade out on the two boys standing under the rising Hydra sun, bonded by fate, power... and something far more dangerous: choice.
Scene Cut: Charred Mountainside – Just Outside the Hydra Realm
Ash falls like snow.
Three Hydra Generation warriors—once considered the fiercest defenders of the Hydra legacy—lie battered, broken, and barely breathing. The ground is scorched black. The air pulses with dark pressure, as if reality itself is being strangled.
Standing above them...
The Grandmaster.
His armor is cracked but still glowing with ancient Hydra glyphs—twisted now with pulsing black veins of Nightmare energy threading through his body. His eyes are abyssal pools of shadow, flickering with violet flame.
Behind him, The One Above All Hydra limps—its wings shredded, its heads bowed in submission. Dark energy bleeds from its scales, corrupted.
Hydra Gen #1 (gasping):
"You... you weren't supposed to... win..."
Grandmaster (voice like gravel and thunder):
"You believed in order. That was your first mistake."
He steps forward, Nightmare energy pouring from his hand. With a wave, it snaps the weapons of the Hydra warriors like twigs. He lifts one finger, and a tendril of cursed Nightmare energy crawls up their bodies.
Hydra Gen #2 (screaming):
"AHHH—What is this?!"
Grandmaster:
"Legacy must burn. Only then can power be reborn—untainted, unforgiving."
He turns toward the direction of the Hydra Kingdom. The Nightmare energy crackles around him, forming a massive, swirling black halo above his head—whispers fill the air like voices from the dead.
Grandmaster (to himself):
"Let the king watch his kingdom choke on fate."
The One Above All Hydra lets out a roar—deep, cursed, corrupted. It rips through dimensions, shaking the land for miles.
Grandmaster (commanding):
"Fly. We bring ruin."
With a jump, the corrupted dragon takes off into the sky, and the Grandmaster rides atop it, dark cloak flaring behind him, Nightmare tendrils stretching into the clouds like shadowy lightning.
The Hydra Kingdom is now his target.
Scene: Hydra Kingdom – Morning Glow Turns to Dread
The sun peeks gently over the distant mountains, casting golden light across the polished marble roads of the Hydra Kingdom. Townsfolk move about—trading fruits, feeding dragons, preparing for the festival of Hydra Renewal. It feels... peaceful.
Rainbow, cloaked in his usual black and crimson travel robe, walks through the market district, casually sipping from a steel flask—his other hand juggling bags of produce.
Rainbow (grumbling to himself):
"Can't believe they got me out here runnin' errands like I'm the family intern... I used to drop stars, now I'm picking up damn carrots."
He laughs to himself and tosses a grape into his mouth.
But then—he stops.
The wind shifts.
Something's... wrong.
A shadow glides over the town. Not a cloud. Not a bird. Something deeper, darker.
Rainbow narrows his eyes, dropping the produce bags. He tilts his head.
Rainbow (low):
"What the hell..."
Above the kingdom, faint in the distance, is a black Hydra-like figure, wings wide, gliding silently across the sky like a death omen. Its body is twisted, smoke and shadow leaking from its form, Nightmare energy visibly warping the air around it.
Rainbow (to himself, eyes wide):
"...That's not one of ours."
The figure suddenly stops mid-air—and for a moment, all is still.
Then—it screeches.
An unholy, deep, cursed roar that shakes windows and cracks the sky like thunder.
BOOM!
A sudden beam of Nightmare-fueled destruction rips through the sky, slamming into the edge of the kingdom's defense wall. A massive explosion tears through stone, dragons scatter in the sky, people scream and flee as the ground trembles.
Rainbow (snapping into action):
"Oh HELL no—HEY! EVACUATE THE EASTERN WALL—NOW!"
He throws off his cloak, revealing the Chaos Hydra insignia burned into his shoulder, then launches into the air at breakneck speed, his aura exploding in a swirl of red and black chaos energy.
He looks toward the approaching figure—now clearly visible:
The Grandmaster on top of the Corrupted One Above All Hydra.
Behind him, waves of Nightmare energy spiral like a storm.
Rainbow (gritting his teeth):
"You son of a—"
He clenches his fists, and from behind him, the Chaos Hydra bursts from another dimension, howling with fury.
Rainbow (snarling):
"You wanna bring war to my doorstep again? Fine. But this time... I ain't holdin' back."
Cut to: The city sirens howling. Citizens running. Hydra dragons rising from their dens. The sky turning black.
War has come home.
Scene: Hydra Training Grounds – After the Sparring Match
Dust settles across the stone floor of the training arena. Draco and ŌHASHI stand across from each other, both panting lightly, bruised but smiling. The spar was intense—neither giving their full strength, but both learning something vital: the other isn't to be underestimated.
Up on the stone balcony overlooking the field, Hell Hydra leans on the railing, downing the last of his oversized flask. His armor clinks as he shifts to stand.
Hell Hydra (grinning):
"Alright, alright! Not bad, boys. ŌHASHI, you got the instincts, I'll give you that. But Draco? You're startin' to flow like a Hydra warrior."
Draco wipes sweat from his forehead, rolling his shoulders.
Draco (cool and focused):
"Still held back."
ŌHASHI (smirking):
"So did I."
They both chuckle. The tension is easing.
The Hydra King steps beside Hell Hydra, watching his son and his new companion with a reserved but genuine pride.
Hydra King:
"Discipline. Bond. Precision. Those are the roots of Hydra combat. Power's just a branch. Keep sharpening all of it."
He places a hand on Draco's shoulder, then gives a respectful nod to ŌHASHI.
Hydra King:
"You both showed something today. Growth. That scythe? It will find its wielder in time... and maybe it's not about one of you having it. Maybe it's about both of you being strong enough to protect it."
Hell Hydra (raising a brow, sarcastic):
"Whoa, was that a speech? I didn't know you had those in ya still, old man."
The Hydra King smirks.
Hydra King:
"I save them for when they matter."
BOOOOOOM!
Suddenly, the sky rips open with sound. The ground shakes violently. A red-black explosion flashes in the far distance—just beyond the kingdom walls. The air grows heavy with dread.
Everyone stops. The dragons near the arena growl and snarl. Draco's eyes dart upward.
Draco:
"That... wasn't normal."
ŌHASHI (eyes glowing faintly red):
"I felt that energy... it's wrong."
Hell Hydra (lowering his flask slowly):
"...That wasn't thunder."
From high above, dark clouds swirl unnaturally fast. Faint screeches of corrupted dragons echo in the distance.
Hydra King (sharp, commanding):
"To the city—NOW."
He turns to Draco and ŌHASHI, his calm voice cutting through the tension.
Hydra King:
"Draco. ŌHASHI. Get to the keep. Do not engage."
Hell Hydra (gritting his teeth):
"I'll go scout the blast. If it's who I think it is..."
He doesn't finish. He's already taking off into the sky, armor lighting up with blazing Hydra glyphs.
Draco and ŌHASHI look at each other, uneasy.
Draco:
"Something's coming."
ŌHASHI (clenching his fist):
"It's already here."
Cut to: A dark silhouette in the air, the corrupted One Above All Hydra spiraling downward... and Rainbow soaring to intercept.
Scene: High Above the Burning Kingdom – Hell Hydra's View
Hell Hydra bursts through the smoke, flying high above the kingdom with his wings crackling in red energy, his flask still clipped to his belt. But even he has to pause mid-air when the full horror of the scene unfolds below him.
The Kingdom of Hydra... is drowning in black fire.
Buildings are melting, streets are split and scorched, and crimson-black flames—unnatural and cursed—lick up through stone and steel alike. Entire towers collapse in slow motion as the screams of the innocent echo through the chaos. Dragons, corrupted by nightmare energy, divebomb the city, mauling people and tearing the sky apart.
Hell Hydra's eyes widen. The carnage, the energy—it's not natural flame. This is Nightmare Fire, pure cursed energy spilling from the One Above All Hydra's power, consuming the city like a living virus.
Hell Hydra (voice low, grim):
"...Gods above."
He hovers, looking left and right—a woman clutching her burned child, Hydra guards being vaporized by a black serpent of flame, an elder dragon screaming as its wings burn away.
Hell Hydra (furious now, gripping his axe):
"They really brought it to the gates..."
From above, he sees the epicenter of the flames—a great crater, pulsing like a heart. In its center, barely visible through the smoke, stands a massive dark figure:
The Grandmaster. Cloaked in Hydra black and Nightmare red. His hand raised like a conductor, dragging darkness across the land with each flick of his fingers.
Hell Hydra (spits):
"You bastard..."
He grips his war axe, flicks the cork off his flask with his thumb, takes a hard swig, and lets out a battle cry that shakes the air:
Hell Hydra:
"I'm comin' for ya, you son of a curse!"
And with that, he dives straight toward the city, flames reflecting in his eyes, roaring louder than the collapsing kingdom.
Scene: The Burning Streets of the Hydra Kingdom — Hell Hydra vs. Grandmaster
Hell Hydra crashes down into the city like a meteor, black flame parting around his landing as he slams his axe into the stone. The impact sends a shockwave that clears the smoke for a moment—just enough for his eyes to meet the Grandmaster's across the battlefield.
The Grandmaster stands calmly, Nightmare energy spiraling around him like shadowy serpents. Behind him, twisted Nightmare Hydra dragons crawl out from tear-like rifts in reality, screeching in warped voices.
Grandmaster (cold):
"Still drinking on the battlefield, Hell Hydra?"
Hell Hydra (twirls his axe, smirking):
"Only when I know I'm about to spill some royal blood."
Without another word, Hell Hydra charges, his axe igniting with crimson Hydra flame. He leaps into the air, spins, and comes down with a devastating strike.
CLANG!
The Grandmaster meets him with his own Nightmare Sword, the blade warping and twisting on impact. The force blasts both of them back. Hell Hydra flips and lands with a skid; the Grandmaster glides like smoke.
Hell Hydra:
"You came for our kingdom... but you forgot one thing."
Grandmaster:
"And what's that?"
Hell Hydra points behind him, where cracks in the earth glow with Hydra energy.
Hell Hydra (grinning):
"This is our damn home. And we ain't dying easy."
He pounds his chest and lets out a Hydra battle roar, calling forth three Hydra dragons from deep beneath the city. They rise, crystallized and furious, circling above.
The Grandmaster responds by spreading his arms—and from the shadows, Nightmare dragons rise, stitched together with cursed energy and void flame.
And then, it begins.
A full-scale Hydra vs. Nightmare dragon battle erupts in the skies while Hell Hydra and the Grandmaster clash below—axe to sword, flame to shadow, roar to silence.
Each time their weapons meet, the ground splits. Each time they land a blow, the air cracks like glass.
Hell Hydra (blood dripping, laughing):
"I haven't had a fight like this since I was sober!"
Grandmaster (snarling):
"You'll die laughing then."
As the battle escalates, the very fabric of the city starts warping. Hydra symbols glow on every wall, reacting to the Nightmare curse, trying to resist. The kingdom itself is groaning.
Cut to: Draco and ŌHASHI — watching the sky from afar.
They see the dragons colliding in midair, the crimson axe flashing like lightning, the black fire spreading with every heartbeat.
ŌHASHI (stunned):
"...Is that... your uncle?"
Draco (grim):
"No. That's Hell Hydra."
Scene: Hydra Kingdom – Mid-Battle Ruins
The sky burns black and red, lit by the shrieks of Hydra and Nightmare dragons colliding above the crumbling capital. Buildings collapse into ash and rubble. Civilians scatter in horror. The once-glorious Hydra Kingdom is becoming unrecognizable.
Draco and ŌHASHI stand frozen in the middle of the chaos, their eyes locked on the losing figure of Hell Hydra—on his knees, his axe broken in half, his body leaking red Hydra essence. The Grandmaster, cloaked in Nightmare flame, towers above him, sword shifting into a massive cleaver.
Grandmaster (darkly):
"Your time is up, old drunk."
Hell Hydra (spitting blood, smiling):
"Guess I'm finally clockin' out... with style."
He lets out one last laugh before the Grandmaster raises his blade—
But before it can fall—BOOM!
A golden energy burst knocks both Draco and ŌHASHI backward. The Hydra King appears, cloaked in royal armor laced with glowing sigils, his staff splitting the debris around them mid-air as he shields the boys.
Hydra King (commanding):
"DRACO! ŌHASHI! With me—NOW!"
Draco:
"But Uncle—"
Hydra King (angrily):
"This is beyond both of you! If we lose you, the Hydra Generation ends HERE!"
He throws out his hand, creating a Hydra Gateway, a spiraling golden rift.
Hydra King (to ŌHASHI):
"You want family, boy? Protect the one standing next to you. Now MOVE!"
As the boys hesitate, a black flame wave explodes near them, throwing debris and bodies through the air.
Hell Hydra, still alive but barely, glances at them from across the battlefield.
Hell Hydra (weakly, smiling at Draco):
"Go, kid... ain't your time yet."
Draco stares, teeth clenched, hands glowing with restrained Hydra energy. ŌHASHI places a hand on his shoulder.
ŌHASHI (quiet):
"We come back... and we finish this. Together."
The boys step through the rift.
Scene: Months Ago – Hydra King's War Chamber, Hidden Beneath the Capital
The chamber is ancient, glowing with blue and gold Hydra runes carved into obsidian stone. A massive Hydra relic pulses at the center, displaying countless universes in a spinning sphere of light. Three figures stand around it—Hydra King, Hell Hydra, and Rainbow.
The tension is heavy. War drums can be faintly heard above them.
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Hydra King (serious, eyes glowing faintly):
"If the Grandmaster truly reconnects with Nightmare... this kingdom won't survive."
Rainbow (arms crossed, face grim):
"Then we send Draco before it happens. He's too important. He is the future of the Hydra Generation."
Hell Hydra (chugging a flask, belching):
"Pff. We're tossing the kid across universes now? What's next, teaching him how to pay rent?"
Hydra King (ignoring the joke):
"There's one universe... untouched. No Hydra presence. Quiet. Stable. I've been watching it for years."
He waves his hand, and the relic zooms in—modern-day Japan, peaceful, glowing among a sea of chaos.
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Hydra King:
"A place where he can grow without being hunted. Blend in. Learn the world outside war."
Rainbow (skeptical):
"You want him to hide?"
Hell Hydra (tilting his head):
"No... he wants the kid to become more than us. To see the world without the damn crown on his head."
Hydra King (nodding):
"When the time comes, he'll return. Stronger. Wiser. Ready to end this Hydra nightmare once and for all."
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A long pause.
Then Rainbow steps forward.
Rainbow:
"Alright. Japan it is. But I'm going with him when it happens. I'll watch him."
Hell Hydra (pointing a finger):
"You? Around kids? You'll teach him how to gamble and fight bears by week one."
Rainbow (grinning):
"Better than teaching him how to cry over beer, old man."
They laugh for a moment—just a moment—before the war drums above grow louder.
Hydra King (quietly):
"Prepare the rift coordinates. If the kingdom falls, he lives. No matter the cost."
All three nod. The future of the Hydra Generation depends on it.
Scene: War Chamber, Moments After Choosing Japan
The glow of the relic dims slightly. Hydra King stands still, staring into the swirling image of modern-day Japan. His voice lowers, touched with emotion.
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Hydra King:
"There's one more thing... someone already there. Someone I've been in contact with."
Rainbow and Hell Hydra exchange glances.
Rainbow (curious):
"Another Hydra? In Japan?"
Hydra King (nods slowly):
"Yes. Ayala."
The relic shifts again—now showing a young woman, cloaked in a sleek travel coat, stepping through a crowd in Tokyo. Her eyes shimmer with Hydra markings—a quiet, burning power behind a warm smile. She helps a lost child find their mother. She blends in—but she's far from ordinary.
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Hydra King:
"She's one of ours. Young. Adventurous. She's walked through more universes than I ever have. But for some reason... she found home there."
Hell Hydra (squinting at the image):
"Cute. She got a sword?"
Hydra King (smirking slightly):
"Two. And a mind sharper than both."
Rainbow:
"You trust her with Draco?"
Hydra King:
"I've been preparing her. If the kingdom falls, she'll be waiting. She'll protect him... teach him how to live, not just fight."
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The image fades. Hydra King turns back to his brothers.
Hydra King:
"She's more than a guardian. She's a link to something Draco's never had... a future beyond war."
Hell Hydra (raising an eyebrow):
"Think she'll like me?"
Rainbow (shoving him lightly):
"She's not your type. She's sane."
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The three share a brief moment of calm—then the war drums grow louder once more. The relic pulses red. Time is running out.
Hydra King (final words):
"When it begins, get him to her. Draco must reach Ayala. She's his light."
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Scene: Present Day – Hydra Kingdom, Burning in Black Fire
The skies tear with thunder. The Grandmaster, now cloaked in spiraling Nightmare Energy, floats above the ruins. The Hydra King, battle-worn and bleeding, clashes swords with him—each strike shaking the heavens.
Below them, Draco and ŌHASHI stand near a glowing rift opening in space—created by the Hydra King's relic. It leads to the modern world... to Japan.
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Hydra King (shouting over his shoulder):
"GO! Both of you! Through the rift! Now!"
Draco (shouting back):
"We're not leaving you!"
ŌHASHI (teeth gritted):
"There's no time—he's trying to hold him off for us!"
The Grandmaster snarls, slashing downward—black tendrils of Nightmare Hydra energy corrupt the land around them. The Hydra King intercepts it with his blade, roaring.
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Grandmaster (grinning):
"You're delaying the inevitable. This kingdom, your legacy... all of it burns!"
The Hydra King is struck—pierced through the chest. Blood drips down his Hydra armor. He falters.
Hydra King (weakly):
"Draco... make this power... mean something..."
He slams his fist on the ground, triggering the rift's full activation—but it's too late. The Grandmaster impales him with the Nightmare Blade—black energy exploding outward.
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Draco (screaming):
"FATHER!"
As the King dies... Draco's body convulses.
His veins glow.
His eyes go pitch-black with golden rings.
His aura erupts—a mix of Hydra power, Nightmare influence, and something ancient and unrestrained.
The planet shakes. Hydra dragons cry out in every direction. ŌHASHI stumbles back.
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ŌHASHI (in awe):
"Draco... what are you?"
Draco (voice echoing, distorted):
"I am... the end of your nightmare."
A massive Hydra symbol burns beneath him—his Abyss Scythe floating to his back. The rift begins to destabilize.
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Grandmaster (eyes widening):
"Impossible... that power—he wasn't supposed to awaken yet!"
Draco doesn't respond.
He lifts one hand—and from the sky, a chaotic beam of energy crashes down, aimed directly at the Grandmaster.
It doesn't kill him—but it knocks him back, severely wounded.
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Draco (to ŌHASHI):
"Come on... we're going."
ŌHASHI:
"What about—?"
Draco (clenching fists):
"There's no Hydra Kingdom anymore."
They leap into the rift as the burning kingdom fades behind them.
The rift closes.
Silence.