Scene: The Lion and His Cub – Broadcast Across the World
The sky above the ruins of the fallen kingdom was painted red—not with the hues of sunset, but with smoke, ash, and the blood of betrayal.
The banners of the Crimson Lion Clan stood tall at every corner of the capital. Forty-five warriors stood unscathed in a sea of corpses, and in the center of it all…
Stood Darius Hellhart, the Head of the Crimson Lion Clan—broad, battle-scarred, and with an aura that could silence gods.
And then—
The world held its breath.
From behind the lines, stepping through the scattered ashes of war with his crimson cloak fluttering in the wind, came Alen.
He walked with his head high, no longer the lost boy haunted by guilt, but the man reborn in the fire of choice.
Every realm watched. Every kingdom. All 6 continents, 4 oceans, and 2 great seas—each kingdom had its crystal viewing orbs tuned to the moment the Crimson Cub faced the Lion.
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Scene: The World Watches
Whispers echoed across nations.
"That's Alen… the heir?"
"The boy who destroyed a kingdom?"
"Why does he look like he's walked out of legend?"
When Alen stopped before his father, silence overtook the battlefield.
Darius looked at him—not with judgment, but with a sharp, knowing gaze. A father measuring the steel of his son's soul.
Darius (low, but firm): "You've returned, cub."
Alen (clearly, calmly): "Not as a cub, Father. But as your sword."
The Lion narrowed his eyes slightly. Then… nodded.
Darius: "Then speak. Let the world know who you are."
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Scene: Alen's Declaration – The Crimson Vow
Alen stepped forward. A floating arcane glyph shimmered above him, amplifying his voice to all corners of the world.
His eyes burned—not with hatred, but with truth.
Alen:
"To all who watch from shadows and seats of power…
To those who whisper of vengeance, or who doubt the fury of the Crimson Lion…"
He pointed behind him, to the rubble of the fallen kingdom.
"This kingdom fell because it dared to touch what was not theirs.
They tried to hurt the Lion's cub.
And for that… they were shown the price of arrogance."
"The Lion does not bark. He bites.
We do not warn twice. We do not forgive once."
He looked toward the heavens.
Alen (louder, his voice like a war drum):
"But hear this now, world:
The hunt has begun.
And this time, the cub will join the Lion."
The camera zoomed across continents. In every war room, noble hall, temple, and battlefield, people watched the young heir's face—calm, cold, unyielding.
"I may be young, but my blood is Lion's blood.
And by our law, even a finger laid upon our maid invites death…
But they didn't just touch. They tried to kill."
His voice cracked with fury—controlled, but powerful.
Alen:
"So I swear this:
Wherever they hide—
Whichever kingdom shelters them—
Whoever stands in our path, be they king or god…"
"They. Will. Burn."
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Scene: Father and Son, Side by Side
The Lion stepped beside his son. He laid a heavy hand on Alen's shoulder—not in restraint, but in recognition.
Darius:
"Today, I do not stand before you, Alen.
I stand with you.
For today… the Lion no longer walks alone."
The Crimson warriors roared in unison, shaking the heavens.
All Crimson Warriors: "DEATH!"
Darius:
"Let our enemies tremble. Let the gods bear witness.
The world hunted the cub—
Now, the Lion and Cub hunt the world."
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Scene: The March Begins
The banners rose. The Crimson Legion, elite among elites, marched forth from the ruins. The ground shook with every step.
Alen walked at the front beside his father. His cloak, now bearing the family sigil—a blood-red lion with silver eyes—flowed behind him.
Behind them, the soldiers marched in perfect silence—no chants, no cheers—just purpose.
As they vanished into the horizon, the declaration repeated across the arcane channels:
"War has been declared. Vengeance shall be delivered.
And the world shall learn again... why they fear the Lion."
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