Whispers of the Divine Thrones
Inside the vast golden hall of the Supreme Kings ( cosmic gods), divine light reflected off celestial crowns. Four cosmic gods sat on thrones carved from pure starlight, their auras so heavy the space around them warped. The silence was sharp—until one finally spoke.
Supreme King 1 cold, analytical,
"His defeat… is a mark of weakness. If Orian has fallen, it means his opponent holds a strength beyond reason."
Supreme King 3 grim and calculating,
"It is better to kill Orian before he reveals anything to him. We cannot risk another rebellion… not after him , as what happened last time."
Supreme King 2 , shocked and defiant,
"What are you saying?! Killing our supreme savior? Do not make reckless decrees!"
Supreme King 4 in agreement with the king 3, tone firm,
"No, he's right. If Orian's opponent was strong enough to defeat him, that power could one day challenge us. We can't allow another 'previous one' to rise again."
A heavy silence fell. The cosmos itself seemed to hold its breath. Then—Supreme King 3 stood, clapped twice, and whistled.
A shadowy warrior summoned at the center of the hall.
Supreme King 3 commanding, cold,
"Take three hundred celestial soldiers. Eliminate Orian… and everyone within the Valkerio Kingdom."
The warrior bowed deeply, his eyes glowing with divine obedience, and vanished into light. The cosmic gods rose, bowed to one another, and faded into streaks of radiance—leaving the hall empty, but echoing with divine judgment.
Blood and Loyalty in Valkerio
Inside the Orian Kingdom's grand throne hall, the air was thick with the scent of dust and blood.
Querion breathing heavily, blood dripping from his arms,
"Leader! Do you think he'll obey the offer?"
Shammroy calm, unreadable,
"Maybe. Let's wait for his answer."
Ferin clutching his wounded rib, voice strained,
"He's… still thinking about your words."
Across the shattered floor, Orian slowly stood, brushing off the dust. His chest still bled from the earlier battle. He opened his mouth to speak—but a sudden, crushing aura swept through the palace.
Orian startled, whispering,
"This pressure…?"
The air outside began to twist and hum. Orian walked toward the open gate from the blue dark throne room, his steps echoing. As he emerged, his eyes widened—an entire army of divine soldiers stood before his kingdom. Relief and joy filled his face.
Orian hopeful, trembling,
"You all came… to save me? The cosmic gods… they sent you to protect me?"
But his joy shattered in an instant.
A silver axe shot forward, slicing through the air and throwing Orian back into the wall. He gasped, blood spilling from his mouth.
From the front of the army, the same shadowy warrior stepped forward.
Divine Commander merciless,
"It is the order of the cosmic gods… to kill you, Orian—and everyone in this kingdom."
Orian horrified,
"What…?"
As the commander raised his axe for the final strike—three surges of energy burst forth:
A frost wave, a roaring blue storm, and a green lightning flash tore through the battlefield, repelling the blade.
From the shadows, Shammroy stepped forward, eyes glowing with pale gold.
Shammroy calm yet commanding,
"Don't you dare touch him."
Querion smirking despite his wounds,
freeing his shoulders,
"Yeah! From now on… he's one of us."
Ferin grinning, wiping blood from his fists ,
"Messing with our member means messing with us!"
The Legion's Wrath
Before Shammroy could move, Querion and Ferin shot forward like streaks of lightning. Their wounds didn't matter—only rage and loyalty burned in their veins.
Their blades swing through the divine soldiers, cutting through heavenly armor as if through air.
Shammroy smirked.
Shammroy softly, amused,
"Well… they're serious this time."
He caught a soldier sneaking up behind Querion, raising his weapon but then a jagged stone erupted from the floor, blocking the strike. Another soldier aimed for Ferin—but roots burst from the ground, wrapping around the attacker's limbs and slamming him into the wall.
Shammroy cold, voice rising,
"How pathetic ."
Then the battlefield erupted in chaos.
Shammroy raised his hand—the Hellfire roared from his palm, consuming soldiers in crimson flame. He shifted instantly, releasing Frostbite, freezing waves of divine energy midair. The ground split as Stone Fang rose, impaling enemies, while Soul Wind howled through the dead, devouring their spirits. Thornroot erupted beneath his feet, binding and crushing the rest.
In mere moments, hundreds of divine soldiers fell. The field burned with fire, ice, and storm.
The Clash of Titans
The Divine Commander stepped forward, his aura radiating enough power to shake the sky. Shammroy met his gaze—two titans locked in silence. Then, both moved at once.
Shammroy fist and divine soldier axe collided—sparks ignited like suns bursting.
Each strike shattered the air itself, waves of divine and demonic power colliding in blinding flashes. And then divine soldier attacks with his axe but then shammroy locks his hands with his hands.
Behind Shammroy, Ferin leapt high, spinning midair and slashing through the commander's head . Blood burst out in silver arcs.
Orian in disbelief, whispering to himself,
"The cosmic gods… whom I trusted like parents… they sent death to my door. They used me. And now they want me to dead. Yet this man—this stranger—fights for me. Why… why does he risk his life for me?"
His voice trembled, eyes filling with realization and gratitude.
The Final Glimpse
As the dust settled, Shammroy went in and called out across the field.
Shammroy commanding,
"Querion, Ferin! Check on Orian—go!"
Both nodded and rushed toward the wounded guardian. Shammroy turned, stepping among the corpses of fallen soldiers, scanning the battlefield for something.
One half-dead soldier tried to strike from behind—but Shammroy's reflex was instant. He turned, piercing the attacker's chest with a blade of stone without even looking.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Shammroy stood in the midst of fire and ruin, his face splattered with blood. Slowly, he lifted his head—his eyes locking on something far beyond the smoke.
A flicker.
A vision.
It was the same battlefield—the one seen in Sang-Jaey's dream from Episode 6.
Darkness enveloped everything. A face covered in blood, turned slowly… and stared directly at Sang-Jaey.
The screen dimmed into black.