Scene 1: A World Divided by Truth
The magical broadcasts echoed across every city square, palace, and battlefield. Alen's declaration of war, his resolve, his fiery vow to the world—it ignited both awe and division.
Some whispered:
"He's just a boy… How can he declare war on nations?"
Others stood in reverence:
"That boy is not just a boy. He is the Crimson Cub. The next Lion."
But no one could challenge him.
His words were law, backed by the most feared force in the world.
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Scene 2: The Dragon's Wrath Awakens
Far to the frozen north, the Northern Dragon Clan held its breath.
In the great temple hall carved into the ice of the Twin-Peak Mountains, Ryen Drevaris—Lyra's brother—stood before his father, the Northern Dragon Patriarch, a man whose gaze could silence storms.
Ryen (furious, impassioned):
"You taught me that strength protects those we love.
You said family comes before honor.
Then why now? Why stay silent, when my sister's life… her heart… is in danger?"
The Dragon Patriarch's eyes narrowed.
Patriarch:
"This war is not ours. We are not lions."
Ryen (voice cracking with fury):
"But Lyra is your daughter. And that man—Alen—he stood against kings for her.
He declared war for her tears.
He bleeds not for power, but for love.
If a cub can march with the Lion, what excuse do we Dragons have?"
The hall trembled. Ryen stepped forward, placing his clan sigil on the floor.
Ryen:
"If you still choose silence, then I forsake my name.
I will march—not as your heir, but as Lyra's brother."
The tension snapped. The Patriarch closed his eyes, then nodded.
Patriarch (quietly):
"For our daughter…
For our clan…
We ride."
From the tallest peak, the Dragons roared—their war cry cracking the sky.
"For love and flame—we fly to war!"
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Scene 3: Lyra's Resolve
Back in the academy, Lyra sat alone in her quarters, eyes locked on the broadcast crystal showing Alen's speech.
She had always feared for him… always cried in silence.
But this time—
She did not cry.
She stood tall. Her hands no longer trembled.
Lyra (softly):
"You're not alone anymore, Alen.
This time, I'll walk with you… even into hell."
She turned to her handmaid.
Lyra:
"Ready my armor. Send word to the Lion camp.
I will march with my beloved."
As she stepped out in full battle attire—the Crimson-Dragon emblem on her cloak—a wave of respect rippled through the academy.
She was no longer just a noble daughter.
She was the Lion's Flame.
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Scene 4: Gathering of Blood and Thunder
The Crimson Lion camp welcomed them with roaring cheers. Ryen arrived with Northern Dragon elites, their breath freezing the ground.
Ryen (to Alen):
"You started a war for my sister.
Now we'll finish it… together."
Lyra approached, her eyes soft but strong. Alen turned—surprised, unsure, but overwhelmed with emotion.
Alen:
"You shouldn't be here… it's dangerous."
Lyra:
"Then protect me. Or let me protect you.
Either way, we go together."
They stood side by side, as the banners of Crimson Lion and Northern Dragon rose high—an alliance unseen in centuries.
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Scene 5: The Unseen Shadow—Grandfather's Regret
In a chamber hidden between realms, Alen's grandfather, the legendary former head of the Crimson Lion Clan, sat watching it all through a divine orb.
He clenched his fist, not in anger… but jealousy.
Grandfather (growling):
"To march… to destroy… would take me a second.
But if I do, the Middle Realm will awaken.
The gods will descend."
He looked at the battlefield beyond the orb.
"But still… I envy you, Alen.
For you fight a war with love in your heart.
I only ever fought to win."
Behind him stood three celestial beings, masked in silver light.
Celestial Voice:
"Should you interfere, the pact breaks. The Upper Realm will act."
Grandfather:
"I won't raise my sword…
But my heart marches with them."
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Scene 6: The Last Hunt Begins
With the armies assembled—Crimson Lions, Northern Dragons, and academy warriors under Lyra's command—the Final March began.
Alen rode at the front. Lyra at his side. Ryen behind them. Doren leading the rear flank.
The world watched.
And the heavens trembled.
Alen (raising his sword):
"This is not just vengeance. This is justice.
This is for every child the tyrants silenced.
For every family broken.
For every love stolen.
We are the Flame. We are the Storm. We are the Hunt!"
All across the world, the message repeated in the sky:
"The Lion and Dragon ride. The world shall burn… or bow."
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