Sirens blared. Walls cracked. The entire command post was still smoldering from the Shadow Empire's assault. Blood stained the marble floor. The once-grand banners of the Frontier were torn and scorched.
Commander Cooper stood over the war table, breathing heavily, fists clenched, bruised and bloodied. All around him, officers scrambled for order amidst chaos. Fires crackled in the distance. Alarms wailed through the compound.
Vincent limped in, carrying a wounded soldier. Elysia, her face still bruised from Cooper's punch, stood across the room—silent, but burning with restrained emotion.
COOPER:
"Everyone shut up and listen."
The room fell to a strained silence.
COOPER (low, furious):
"That wasn't just an attack… it was a damn surgical strike."
He looked toward the shattered vault, its protective runes broken, the pedestal where the Sky Blade once rested now empty.
COOPER:
"That blade… we kept it secret even from ourselves. It wasn't supposed to exist. And now it's in the hands of a ghost."
He turned, his eyes locking onto Elysia.
COOPER:
"You knew."
ELYSIA (quietly):
"I did."
COOPER (exploding):
"You lied to every single one of us! You were going to steal it! That thing—whatever it is—just leveled the Underworld! What else are you hiding?"
ELYSIA (calm but cold):
"I did what I had to. The Celestial Council feared what that blade could do. We were never meant to wield them."
COOPER (growling):
"So you let it fall into the hands of a monster?!"
VINCENT (interjecting):
"We don't even know what this Ghost is. Not Shadow Empire, not Celestial. No data, no records. It's like he just… appeared."
COOPER (pacing):
"He knew exactly where the blade was. He knew how to take it. And now he's moving like a damn ghost across the continents… and we have no way to stop him."
He turned to the other commanders.
VINCENT:
"What if we're already too late?"
Cooper walked over to the window, staring out into the black sky lit by distant fires.
COOPER (quietly):
"Then we drag him into the open and force the bastard to show himself."
The flames above ground had died down, but below the surface, the real fire was burning.
A dark, steel-walled chamber hummed with low energy. High Command—a circle of Frontier's highest-ranking generals and officers—stood around a circular table. No windows. No cameras. No names.
GENERAL HAWTHORNE stood at the head, his expression tight.
HAWTHORNE:
"Commander Cooper was never meant to know."
GENERAL MAIKA (stern):
"Neither was Vincent. The Sky Blade was buried in protocol so deep, it didn't even have a designation."
GENERAL ZEI:
"Because we feared this. What if someone stole it? What if someone used it?"
A silence fell.
HAWTHORNE (grim):
"And now someone did."
The table's center lit up with a holographic image—Ghost, cloaked in black and red, standing within the crumbling remains of the Underworld. The data feed showed nothing about his origin, no fingerprints, no magical signature—just static, then fire.
GENERAL MAIKA:
"He's not from our records. Not from the Celestial Archives. Not even tagged by the Arcane Web. Ghost is an entity we were never prepared for."
GENERAL ZEI (to Hawthorne):
"What about Cooper?"
HAWTHORNE:
"He's angry, volatile. But useful. He's now driven by betrayal. That makes him predictable."
GENERAL MAIKA:
"And Vincent?"
HAWTHORNE:
"He's too suspicious. He will become a problem soon enough."
Maika leaned forward.
MAIKA:
"We cannot let this leak. If the world knew the truth… that we had one of the eight blades this entire time and kept it from our allies…"
Zei (coldly):
"We'd lose every ounce of trust we've built. The Frontier would collapse."
HAWTHORNE:
"Then we keep it buried. Ghost took the blade. We point the blame at the Shadow Empire. Cooper will rally the troops. Elysia is the scapegoat."
He shut off the hologram.
HAWTHORNE (final):
"This meeting never happened."
CUT TO – INT. MILITARY BARRACKS – COOPER'S ROOM – NIGHT
Cooper sat alone at his desk, staring at old mission logs. His fist still bruised from punching Elysia. His knuckles bled quietly into a bandage.
The words echoed in his mind:
"You were never meant to know."
He looked at a folder labeled "Project SKY." Redacted. Pages missing. Only one phrase remained untouched at the bottom:
"Eight blades to shape the world. One to end it."
In the radiant spires of the Celestial World, the sky glows with shifting auroras as the final rays of training light descend.
Alexander wipes sweat from his brow, stepping back from a charred training dummy.
Ty spins her blade with practiced grace, its white edge humming with vampiric energy.
Xiao Ling, now fully armored in her Sky Temple gear, surveys the others with a warrior's calm.
Across from them, Eve stands poised and elegant, while Adam leans against a column, arms crossed, radiating quiet contempt.
Xiao Ling: "That's the last of it. We're ready."
Ty: "Ready or not… the real war's waiting."
Eve: "If only we had more time…" (Her eyes flick to Adam.) "But some of us make that impossible."
Adam: "Still holding grudges, dear sister? You were always too sentimental."
Alexander steps forward.
Alexander: "Enough. We may not like each other, but we need each other. If Ghost really has the Sky Blade… we're already too late."
They all fall silent.
Then Xiao Ling speaks softly: "So what now?"
Eve turns to face the portal gate.
Eve: "Now… we fight."
A blood-red sky stretched overhead, bleeding into the horizon. The clouds churned violently like a wounded beast. Across a broken plain of scorched earth, all the key figures gathered — Alexander, Ty, Xiao Ling, Adam, Eve, Commander Cooper, Vincent, and others from the shattered remnants of the Frontier.
None of them spoke at first. They only stared upwards…
A portal — the size of the moon itself — churned open like a gaping wound in the fabric of the heavens, swallowing the stars whole.
A low, throbbing hum rolled over the land, rattling bones and steel alike.
Alexander (whispering):
"…It's bigger than anything I've ever seen…"
Vincent (voice trembling, trying to act brave):
"What the hell are we looking at?!"
Commander Cooper narrowed his eyes grimly. His hand hovered near his weapon, though what good it would do was questionable.
Without warning, a massive mechanical tower materialized beneath the portal —
Wires, steel plates, blackened gears, and alien circuitry slammed together at impossible speed, almost like reality itself was being rewritten.
At the heart of the tower was the Sky Blade, radiating an eerie azure light, pulsing with unnatural power.
Suddenly, Dr. Jin's voice crackled over the comms, urgent, strained, and terrified:
> Dr. Jin (comms):
"Listen carefully! That's not just a machine! That's a transmission beacon!
The Sky Blade is being used as the core to power it — and it's not just opening portals… It's breaching the oldest prison dimensions!
Worlds sealed away by the Celestials, by the gods themselves!"
A pause. A trembling breath.
Screams and chaos could be heard faintly behind Dr. Jin's voice from HQ.
> Dr. Jin (comms, yelling):
"One creature made it through already — Leviathan… but it's not the Leviathan of myth. It's worse.
We don't even know what it truly is... Just that entire scout teams disappeared without a trace!"
Across the field, panic began to set in.
Soldiers shouted, scrambling into defensive positions. Some dropped their rifles, their minds cracking under the sheer weight of fear.
The ground quaked.
The wind howled like dying gods.
Eve gritted her teeth, clenching her fist so tightly blood ran from her palm.
Eve:
"…We're standing at the end of the world."
Adam (mocking grin, but voice hollow):
"Welcome to the rabbit hole, sister. Hope you packed light."
Ty, usually so steady, looked up with wide yellow eyes.
Her vampiric instincts screamed — predator recognizing a greater predator.
Xiao Ling, gripping her sword, spoke like a warrior walking to her funeral:
Xiao Ling:
"No legends… no training… nothing prepared us for this."
Commander Cooper finally spoke, voice raw and furious, barking into the comms:
Commander Cooper:
"Can we shut it down?! Tell me, Jin! Can we destroy that beacon?!"
> Dr. Jin (comms, desperate):
"We… we don't know yet! If you destroy the beacon while it's open, you might destabilize the entire dimensional fabric — tear Earth apart!"
The winds intensified.
The Tower thrummed with a beat like a cosmic war drum.
The Sky Blade at its core pulsed again… and something moved inside the portal — a massive shadow, slithering, twisting, unseen.
The entire army fell into a tense, silent terror.
Some soldiers dropped to their knees, praying.
Some ran screaming into the hills.
Others just… froze.
Vincent, voice cracking, whispered:
Vincent:
"…We're not ready. We're not ready for this."
The ground split open near the beacon. Black liquid seeped up like blood from the earth.
Alexander stepped forward, breathing hard, standing between the portal and his friends, sword drawn despite the hopelessness.
Alexander:
"I don't care if we're ready…
We fight."
Behind him, Ty, Xiao Ling, Eve, and Adam slowly drew their weapons too.
The night howled louder.
And from the heavens, the first true roar of Leviathan echoed —
a sound of a thousand worlds dying at once.
The ground shook under the thunder of millions.
The Frontier's full military might — soldiers with rifles, tanks, mages casting defensive wards, battle-scarred warriors wielding swords, axes, and spells — stood shoulder to shoulder.
Beside them, an army of knights from the distant world of Xianzhou lined the field, their shimmering jade-and-silver armor gleaming under the blood-red sky.
At their head, the young general, Xiao Ling, raised her sword high, her silver cape whipping in the poisonous winds.
Her voice, clear and unshaken, rang out across the knights:
> Xiao Ling:
"As clouds that cover the heavens… WILL THE KNIGHTS PROTECT THE XIANZHOU?!"
The Xianzhou Knights thundered back in unison:
> Knights:
"YES, GENERAL!"
Their battle cries tore through the dread, igniting a fierce, burning hope in the frozen hearts of many.
Not far off, standing atop a battered command tank, Commander Cooper — his armor bloodied, his face marked by exhaustion and fury — faced the Frontier soldiers.
His voice cracked through the storm like cannon fire:
> Commander Cooper:
"IF YOU ARE WEAK, YOU CAN'T PROTECT ANYTHING!"
"SO FIGHT! FIGHT TO THE VERY END!"
"AND IF OUR END IS HERE—THEN WE SHALL DRAG THE ENEMY DOWN WITH US!"
"FOR THE FRONTIER! FOR OUR FAMILIES! FOR OUR HOMELAND! FOR THIS PLANET!"
"WE! SHALL! FIGHT FOR IT!"
A deafening roar answered him.
Soldiers slammed their rifle butts against the ground.
Warriors roared like beasts.
Mages chanted grim spells.
Tanks revved and lined up their barrels at the oncoming doom.
And from the broken sky, it came.
Leviathan's spawn poured through the portal first — twisted abominations, things not meant for mortal eyes.
Gigantic beasts with eyes in their stomachs, serpents made of smoke and bone, shadowed knights wielding black flame.
The first volley was merciless.
Cannon shells rained into the enemy ranks, ripping apart the front lines of horrors into showers of black blood and bile.
Mages unleashed storms of lightning and fire — entire platoons of spawn incinerated in flashes of white-hot brilliance.
But it wasn't enough.
The creatures slammed into the Frontier lines like a tidal wave.
Bayonets shattered against hideous, armored flesh.
Men screamed as they were torn apart — heads ripped from spines, bodies impaled on claws as big as tree trunks.
One Xianzhou knight, blade flashing, cut down three beasts — but the fourth tore his arms off before he could scream.
Frontier warriors, brave and desperate, charged with battle cries — only to be swallowed whole by slithering masses of darkness.
Xiao Ling, her eyes blazing with fury, led her knights in a furious charge:
> Xiao Ling:
"FOR THE HEAVENS! FOR XIANZHOU!"
She struck down one spawn after another, her sword weaving through flesh and smoke, but the bodies piled up around her.
Knights died screaming beside her, limbs hacked off, torsos caved in under monstrous fists.
Commander Cooper fought like a demon himself, blasting creatures apart with his rifle before switching to a bloodstained combat blade, cutting and gutting anything that came close.
Vincent, bleeding from a gash across his eye, fought beside him, laughing madly:
> Vincent:
"If we're dying today, at least we're making it count!"
The once proud armies of the Frontier and Xianzhou had been shattered.
Charred corpses, blood-soaked armor, shattered swords, and smoking tanks littered the landscape like discarded toys.
The sky — still an angry red-black — rained ash and burning debris instead of snow.
Screams echoed from the field, faint now — a broken-legged soldier begging for death, a knight weeping over the body of a comrade who would never rise again.
Ty, breathing heavily, stumbled through the wreckage, half her uniform shredded, her skin torn and bruised. Her yellow eyes, once burning bright, were now dull with exhaustion.
She dropped to her knees, coughing up blood, watching as medics desperately dragged survivors into makeshift tents built from scraps.
Eve, her white wings drooping, knelt beside a dying mage, whispering prayers that sounded hollow even to herself.
Her magic was spent.
Her voice, once divine, now trembled like a mortal child's.
Xiao Ling leaned heavily on her sword, blood dripping from dozens of cuts.
Her once-pristine armor was cracked and burned black.
Only a few hundred of her knights remained out of thousands — the rest were nothing but torn banners and headless corpses rotting in the dirt.
Commander Cooper, limping, his face covered in blood and soot, moved among the survivors.
His voice was raw, barely a rasp:
> Commander Cooper:
"Form up! Anyone that can still hold a weapon, on me!"
A few soldiers, broken and shell-shocked, obeyed.
Others simply stared at the ground, hollow-eyed, murmuring to themselves.
Some sobbed openly, clutching severed limbs that once belonged to friends.
Vincent, one arm in a blood-soaked sling, spat onto the ground and dragged three wounded men back into cover by himself.
> Vincent:
"We ain't dead yet, you bastards... get up... GET UP!"
They barely responded.
The air stank of blood, rot, burnt flesh, and despair.