PAGE 1
Full-page panel: Jagged cliffs bathed in a blood-red sky. Black spires pierce the clouds, wind howling across the barren land. Shadows move unnaturally across the rocks.
Narrator :
"Where the light dares not reach… shadows gather, and intent takes form."
Inset panel: Rei stands at the cliff edge, stitched body taut under crimson light. His gaze is fixed, unblinking, cold.
Rei (thinking):
"They are healing. Growing. Trusting one another… perfect."
PAGE 2
Split vertical panels:
Left panel: Nyx hovers slightly above the ground, shadowy tendrils curling around him. His eyes glint; no words are spoken.
Narrator (near Nyx):
"Sleep was sacrificed, leaving him ever-watchful, ever-present in the realm between dreams and waking."
Right panel: Banshee Hollow crouches low, lips sealed by the sacrifice. A faint vibration ripples from him, like a silent scream felt through the rocks.
Narrator :
"Voice lost… yet power remains. Every tremor, every echo resonates in destruction."
PAGE 3
Full-width panel: Void, the Vein user, levitates slightly, faint constructs flickering around him. He looks calm, calculating.
Void (thinking):
"Observation first. Action later. Every thought, every fear… I can manifest it."
Inset panel: One construct—a translucent, jagged bird—flits briefly before vanishing.
Narrator:
"Endurance fuels him. Imagination bends reality… temporarily, yet terrifyingly real."
PAGE 4
Wide panel: Rei extends his stitched hand as if touching invisible threads connecting the others.
Rei (voice calm, commanding):
"You have endured. You have sacrificed. These fractures… they are our strength. Let them gather. Let them believe themselves safe."
Inset panel: Nyx blends into shadows, nearly disappearing, silent and predatory.
Narrator:
"The dreamwalker waits, unseen yet ever-present."
PAGE 5
Split panels:
Top panel: Void manipulates light and shadows, testing faint illusions around him.
Void (thinking):
"Every movement they make… I can anticipate. Every hesitation… I will exploit."
Bottom panel: Banshee senses tremors in the rocky ground, unseen vibrations radiating outward.
Narrator:
"Patience… more lethal than any blade."
Narration:
"They wait. They watch. The storm has yet to break… but the shadows of intent are already in motion."
Narrator:
''The plan is set…'